There once lived a girl at my block; let’s call her Heather. She was a funny girl, always sunny side up, no matter the state of the outdoor weather. She mostly kept to herself but every so often would be seen together, with another man. He’d follow her around, tug at her hair as if he was keeping her in a tether. It wasn’t a leash you walked your dog in, it wasn’t even made out of leather, but the invisible kind. I remember seeing her study the birds flight and picking a feather. And I felt the need to save her wether, or not she wanted to be saved.