My Palms

A bird flew into my room today, and I tried to catch it. At first it hovered uncertainly, glancing this way and that as it tried to comprehend the world it found itself in. I was uncertain too, finally getting up from my desk to shuffle sideways towards it. Furtively, I shooed it towards the open door. When it saw me, it panicked and bolted in a flurry of wings and beaks at my head. I ducked and threw my hands up, trying to catch it in midair, but it careened off my palms, hit the ceiling, and ricocheted outside.