Singularity

A bird shuffled awkwardly in front
of a little girl and her father
as he parked their car in the lot-
"There's a bird,"
she said with a low voice.

"Yeah, it's ugly."
Frowning, she looked at him.
He was frowning too.

"No, it's not. It's pretty."

"A lot of things are."

She peered over the windshield-
"It's gone,"
she said quieter than before.

"Get used to it."