Every day it’s getting harder to breathe. I’ve already lost my feathered mate. She was my companion, my love.
In the living room sits my jailer, puffing away on countless cancer sticks. Tenebrous clouds swirl languidly about my cage, causing my eyes to sting. Below me lies her furry companion yapping endlessly, hoping to taste my flesh.
Once a day, she opens my wire door to toss in seed.
Behind her, I see an open window with a view of the world. Today is the day. I’m ready.
She opens my cage and I take flight. I’ve never felt so free.