“Sorry!” She didn’t mean to pull someone’s hair, or almost fall onto a fellow’s lap. Did anyone hear her?
She found her assigned seat, strapped on a seatbelt, closed her eyes and prayed for the return of calmness to their flight.
A similar pleading she had once made for one abandoned by others of the same kind.
She watched the crow circle over her garden, cautiously approach, teeter-totter in landing, with one foot folded underneath, the other hopping to find stability.