The Bird God

The Bird God tuned into 430 billion birds singing their unique songs as he sat on a rooftop and watched a school sports day.
A life of parents and siblings gathered around the children.
At the end he had decided that in this school no medals would be won on this day and all the children would carry the Olympic torch of victory in their memories and none of them would feel loss about this moment in The Bird Gods presence.
He watched how God and soul had made them jump tiny hurdles or watch them run around them for fear of falling and bleeding, run the nostalgic egg and spoon race with flat wooden eggs that could not balance in the wind like he can and how they made deer hunting archery games soft with a bean bag, even throwing spears of foam in their oblivious innocent catholic games.
Two children would hold hands just to move three steps between each obstacle for moral support and even wait for each other in a race while the others either raced away from each other or turned back early just to win, one even ran so fast from sight of all the parents smiling at her she fell and was taken away.
The cutest part was the single jump without a run up which made him imagine them floating instead of landing like he did for all his birds, but he knew the importance of gravity to the reality of man and angel, and respected them too much to force their love onto him, however he noticed a subtle problem. One of the five year olds was afraid to jump and was left in a suspended state of stillness like an eagle she stared at the spot where she had to go and it was as if she could be an expert glider, everyone willed her to jump the nest, expected it with all their hope so much so that her mother even shouted her on and watched others watching her innocent strength of powerful will against what seemed to be a simple single jump, but she would not be moved until asked to give up way too soon for her delicate self but all too quickly for everybody else and only by holding hands with her much loved teacher would she go to the back of the line again.
It was as if she could hold the attention of a gazillion Bird Gods, Gods, Arch Angel s, angels, collectives of souls, living families and newly formed friends.