((Another one shot. The idea for this one came to me whilst on a long and arduous bus ride. I hope you get it!
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Two birds sat together on a branch. One was a shocking lemon juice colour, with dark undertones, and the other was the colour one might find if they inspected a tree branch very carefully. It seemed to be brown at first glance. Brown and boring, but if one looked closer, they would possibly spot the highlights of colour, leaping playfully through the brown. The brown bird was smaller in stature compared to the yellow bird, but they were both of the same species, gender, etc.
Everyday, the two birds sat together, a little bit separated on the branch. They would usually arrive quite early in the morning, and then be gone by eight pm at the latest, and always in different directions. It seemed that all the birds would do was sit, day after day, waiting for the other to make the first move. The brown one would shift it's feet away every so often, and then quietly, and slowly the yellow one would shift closer.
One day, as they sat in their uncomfortable silence, the brown bird softly let out a small warbling note, then clamped his beak shut as if he remembered where he was. Quite fast, the yellow bird answered with it's own low note, but instead held it. A minute or so passed. Then another minute or so passed. Quite suddenly, the brown bird warbled out another note, this time stronger, and more self assured. The two sat together, holding the notes, until at last they ran out of air, and the sounds drifted away into silence.
This time, the brown Warbler started again. Letting out a much higher note then before, one might call it soprano, he held his voice strong, his tiny chest puffed up. Then the yellow bird tried a note once again, and harmonized with the brown bird. Slowly, and tentatively, the two sang a song together, slowly growing stronger as time moved on. After that, they sat and sang all day, arriving as soon as the sun rose, and never leaving until sunset.
Through the seasons, the birds sat together, side by side, singing for all that they were worth. When one moulted, the other cared for it, bringing it insects, and singing worriedly over it like a mother hen. They sometimes sat so close together, that they were on each other's claws, impatiently pecking at the notes, as if they were performing for an audience. Which they were. Sometimes, other birds sat on the branches around, listening for a while. Even so, by sunset, there was only the two of them left.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, and years slowly went by. The yellow bird began to fatten up, and the brown bird was not as sprightly as it used to be, but still, they sang on to each other. The brown bird slowly lost the ability to reach those beautiful soprano notes, and the yellow bird soon could not reach the low notes anymore. But still they sang on together.
One day, after a few years of sitting and singing together, the brown bird did not appear. And so the yellow bird would sit and wait. Occasionally, it would chirp a bit, but it seemed that it would not sing without the brown bird. Many days passed, and still the brown bird did not appear. Soon, the yellow bird's visits to the tree became later and later, and he left earlier and earlier, until he no longer came at all. Not much is known about what happened to the pair, but it is said that if you make your path under that particular tree, you can still hear the bird singing together in perfect harmony every day.