I plop down into my chair, warmed by the noon sunlight, as my cat, Molly, leaps onto the windowsill and perches herself beside me. My head level with her body, she rubs her head against the side of mine an begins to purr, but I push her away as she knocks the pencil that was behind my ear. I scratch the top of her head and behind her ear and she lays down.

I open my sketchbook and stare at the blank page. I glance at Molly, eyes closed and purring contently in the sun. I look out beyond her and into the small section of woods, about, I would think, 20 yards or so, and see trees with blue birds chirping amongst each other and squirrels chittering and chasing each other playfully.

Seeing the brightly colored birds, I got an idea.

I grab my pencil and sketch an outline of a plump, tiny bird. I add more details, rounding the eye, adding the feathers, and sharpening the beak. I make the tail long and sleek. I draw its tiny legs, with harmless little claws.

I cease sketching and look upon the bird. I see Molly looking down at it and then up at me. "No, this is not for you," I say. She looks away and closes her eyes again, as if disappointed.

I grab my colored pencils and begin to color the bird. I decide to make it rainbow. Red for the wings, which blends into a bright yellow body shared with a shiny blue. The head, green that fuses into the yellow, has a beak that I color purple. I make the tail a series of different colors. At the tip, pink, then orange, blending into a bright red.

The colors may seem strange to go together, but I just grabbed a few colors and went with it.

I set the pencils back into the pack, laying beside Molly on the windowsill.

I took my finger and traced the outline of the sketch. I traced it once, stopping and starting at the beak, but made sure and was careful to not smear most of the lead for that would mess up the creation. After doing so, I tapped the chest of the bird. I waited for a few seconds.

After around 20 seconds, the bird began to move. The tiny animal twisted its head, looking around and up at me. It kept its gaze upon me for quite a few seconds. I smiled at the new form of life I had created.

The bird caught Molly's attention as it began to lift it's wings and stretch them. Molly watched with wide eyes and wonderment as it hopped across the page. She tilted her head and reached her paw out to prod the creature. The bird hopped out of Molly's reach and unraveled its wings, ready for flight. The bird then leaped into the air, off the page, and glided around my room taking in its first, new sights.

It seemed so joyous, flying over and around my room. It then came to rest, landing upon my finger in a graceful manner. I smiled again. I set it back onto my sketch pad. It looked up at me, and I patted its tiny, soft, feathered head.

It started to calm down, and it seemed to be getting drowsy. It started to rest, laying atop its page of creation, its eyes closed.

I traced a circle around the tiny form, then gently tapped the top of its head two times. It started to sink back into the page, undisturbed and unharmed. It flatted out into the page, where I would be able to revive once again a t any moment in time.