He felt as the soft wings brushed against his body, it was comforting to know he wasn't alone in this crazy world.

He looked over the creature on his arms, looking over its pointed beck, a soft curve.

It's sharp talons dug into his glove, it's wings opening up again as it took off once more, white feathers drifting through the air with it.

He couldn't help but smile as his eyes followed the gorgeous creature, hearing its soft caw and chirps.

He loved this time, each morning watching his white feathered friend fly off just to return to him.

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I'm not having a great day today but I hope you enjoy