vulture

Spring has just ended and summer has arrived, and with it comes the rain. It's been raining for several days now, but the residents of the house aren't despairing, instead enjoying the change of season, playing musical instruments, composing songs and poems, making plans for the summer... but not the Vulture. Now the Vulture is sitting in the "Coffee Shop," slowly turning over a deck of playing cards, sighing languidly. He looks out the window, and it even seems to him that the weather understands his inner experiences: he misses his beloved. At the beginning of the last month of spring, she was taken to the isolation ward due to poor health, and even he couldn't get there. He missed her fiercely, missed her voice, her touch, her gaze... He missed his bird of paradise.
Suddenly the floorboards creak, and, deciding to look at the newcomer, the Vulture freezes in amazement. This is her. His bird of paradise.

• My sweet bird of paradise... Canary, you're back! I... I missed you so much, my love!