Night bird perplexed

When it comes, the bird is looking for a place to take it, and it takes a place to rest and spend the hours of the night in which it is difficult to see and fly. It is the time of silence mixed with fear of the unknown that lies behind any sound that comes across the wide space. It is silence and anticipation looking for comfort. Sleeping until the strings of the first dawn to fly again, and the sad one is the melancholy of what the bird meets from looking at the universe from high in the air.