I chased after the feathered demon as it flew from me. It landed on an ash urn and stared at me with its black beady eyes. I looked over at the cat who laid there like some innocent bystander. I looked back to the offender as it once again flew and landed on top of his home; as big as a cathedral where, like a choir, his job was to stay inside and amuse us with its singing. Like it was his destiny... or something.
I tried to take a step toward it and almost broke my ankle when I tripped on my dress. The gown and heels I had to worn to the company party were not meant for this. I took off my shoes and tried to go after the offender, but the moment I took a step it once again started to fly circles around me.
"Stand Still," I yelled in frustration. It was late and I was tired. "No Hammer, don't" But it did. It landed on the ceiling fan.
"Hun, what are you doing?" I heard from the door and turned to see my husband.
"The parakeet escaped," I told him and pointed at the empty cage.