The Knock at the Door by Melinda Cochrane ( scroll down to parts 1, 2, and 3.

I opened the door. I searched the outside from within the frame of my home, I saw no one. Nothing. I didn't go outside but stood waiting, waiting for something to tell me about the secrete, which filled my morning. It was cool outside with slight drops of rain watering the day in preparation for the arrival of flowers popping up out of gardens and pots adorning balconies.  Then as if it was taunting me, I heard it. Was he or she knocking on the neighbour's door too? What kind of person scared people like this during a pandemic? I leaned out to catch a glimpse of the intruder. But, as if it was looking for a quiet shelter, in full flight a little sparrow hit the front window of my home. I knew the source of my morning awakening. Then it turned around as if to mock me and flew pass me to the inside. I chased the sparrow trying to guide it toward the outside again. It refused to give in. It refused to stop flying. I stopped and watched it sitting on the top of a decorative moulding in my living room. Its small eyes gazing at me reminding me that it was never going to give up. We looked at one another for some time. Standing in the COVID-19 silence, it sitting about to take flight, both of us determined not to give in to the fear of never being free of this moment in both our lives. Walking toward the front door, it followed me. Then as if it wanted to say goodbye it fluttered about in front of me.

Then as if it never knocked on my door, it flew away. Just like that it flew away. 

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