Feeding the birds

Kai Oaken walked quietly through the forest, using a well worn trail he'd made. He came this way almost every day, it was only when he had to help his family that he couldn't come here. The trail led to a fallen tree. It hadn't been felled by Lumberjacks, it had beeen diseased and had collapsed. The wood was so badly diseased no one in District 7 could find a use for it. But Kai did.

Slowly, he began to whistle a little tune as the fallen tree came into sight. It was a lullaby, something his mother had sung to him before she'd died. Soon, something began to whistle the tune back. He'd found someone else to sing the song to him. Mockingjays and Larks.

Soon he saw them approaching, hopping through the trees. He pulled out of his pocket a loaf of bread. He sat down on the fallen oak and scattered the crumbs onto the floor. The birds, still singing, flew down to his feet and began to eat. One however, was more confident than the others, and landed on the oak beside him. This was Kai's favourite. He always fed her straight from his hand.

Suddenly, a lark let out an alarm call. The larks at his feet flew back into the trees. The mockingjays remained and mimicked their sharp alarm call. Something, or someone, had frightened them.