The dream

She found herself standing in complete whiteness next to an old wooden crate with a cat sitting atop it staring at her with a confused expression on it's face. She looked into the grey cat's yellow-green eyes. The girl studied the cat and saw that it had white paws to go with the white on it's chest, lip and chin. The girl looked next, across the whiteness and saw a tree with a single bird singing. The song was captivating, yet she was sad. She knew somehow that this bird did not have much life left, it was singing while it had it's chance. The girl looked back down at the cat, who now had an expression which reflected her heart; sad and scared. Suddenly the Tui song was cut and the bird fell to the ground. The cat now watched as the girl ran to cradle the fallen bird. It was no use, the bird was dead, it's pure white throat feathers ruffling slightly in the wind that was not there. As she held this beautiful songbird, tears started welling up. The girl cried silently as she'd never done so before.