It has to come down

A flying, flappy, leggy thing came inside.

It went past me and headed to the ceiling.

I stared at the ceiling.

The flying thing stayed there, bouncing.

It had to come down eventually.

It had to come down eventually.

It had to come down eventually.

It had to come down eventually.


I kept staring at it.

I heard my human open a tin of tuna.

I was stuck.