Outside my window

A bluebird alighted on the tree branch outside my window. I got excited that it foretold imminent happiness.

But then a hawk descended on the bluebird, eating it in a moment of flurry. I got sad knowing that the good thing coming my way would quickly turn to a source of sorrow.

My dog Rexy, who had been observing the whole thing, said, “Sometimes, it’s just time for lunch.”