Steel bird.

It's the steel bird again. This time it will shoot through. No - my emotion driven but highly illogical part of the mind said. It won't; as long as we keep our spirits high, it will hold up. But, how - asked the me-me, the logical me. Look at the dents it has already made. Looking at the situation and gauging by the steel bird's strength, it will just need one more chance. No, don't loose hope - she says. (Somehow that other emotional part evokes a feminine vibe.) I (the me-me), let out a deep sigh. The steel bird hit the wall of the tree, broke into the nest and took the little birds inside it. I tapped the cigarette with my finger and closed the shades on the window. I let out a deep sigh.