For Sunday Scribblings 2 where our prompt is Wings
He changed. Not by a little, the change was dramatic. We’d watched him, sloth like, as he moved slowly from place to place seemingly unaware of the world around him. His dull grey appearance blending into his surroundings, you hardly have noticed him.
Then he disappeared for a while. We don't know where he went. But when he returned he'd changed beyond all recognition. He shed his coat of grey, and instead of skulking in the shadows, he basked in the warmth of the sun. You couldn’t help but notice him as he outshone everything around him.
Then with a stroke of his multicoloured wings he rose into the sky and danced among the sunbeams. The change was complete.