He was a quiet bird- not your usual canary. He only sang when he was hungry or when he was sung to.
He was caged. " He will fly away! Do not let him out" my father would shout. Thats when I realized me and Birdie had more in common than I thought. He had wings, he even flew. However, he would aways be caged.
I sat in my sunroom one day, listning to the rain. Every once in a while Birdie would sing to me. I checked his food and water- full . I ran my fingers through his cage. The he bit me. I was about to rant on with m cuss words but I looked at the bird and simple said to myself. " If I had wings, I would fly. " He spread his wings and flew back and fourth.
He flew that way for days, never resting. My father decided that tommorow he would take him to the vet. That's when it finally hit me: he was showing me that he could fly, but the problem was and always would be that he is caged. I grabbed the cage with Birtdie still flying back and fourth. Ignoring the screams of my baffled family members , I opened the cage.
Birdie sang a beautiful song, he was still as can be. He ended his concert by spreading his wings and embracing the world outside his cage.
Years went by, I graduated from University and came home for the summer. Outside in Birdie's cage was a bird that I didn't even bother to remember the name of. He sang, all the time. Truthfully I wanted him to shut up.
I was drinking tea on the deck with the annoying bird still singing. when all the sudden a bird with feathers that reminded me of the sun, clouds and light shning through landed on the cage. The annoying bird beneath him shut up. I excted my hand to the yellow bird. Then... the damn bird bit me.. He spread his winds and embraces the world ourside his cage. I watched in envy, admiring his freedom.
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