Once there was this little bird, who flew in the
skies with it's family. However, one day while flying around, there
was a storm, and the little bird got separated from its
family.
Lost, tired and injured, the little bird lay
dying on the ground. Being a little warrior, however, it's will was
strong. It tried to stand and hop with 1 leg. Even with the wings
injured, it wasn't willing to just lie down and die. Though lost,
hopping around would be better than just lying down and waiting for
death or praying for miracle to happen. It hopped and stumbled
a few times, each time getting back up to its feet
again.
Living was tough. It had to hide from cats and
other predator. It had to scavenge food from the ground as it's
wing are injured and it could not fly properly.
One day, a man saw the little bird on the
roadside. He brought it home, gave it food and tend to its
injuries. He left in a beautiful cage, with automatic food and
water dispenser. It led a sheltered life, no need to fear the lack
food or water, no need to fear predator.
Being grateful, the little bird decides to sing
for the man. It sung of beautiful things, of miracles, of hopes.
When the man was happy, it sung for him songs of happiness. When
the man was down and moody, it sung for him songs of courage and
inspiration. It sung with all its heart and soul, fuelled by
gratitude.
All was good, or at least that was what the
little bird thought. However, little did the little expect that one
day, the man told it to shut up. It seems that he wasn’t interested
in its song. The little bird suddenly realised that all the man
wanted was just a bird in a birdcage. The little bird was sad and
kept quiet as it still had a feeling of gratitude to the
man.
Some quiet days had passed. The man had a
terrible setback in his job. He was down, and the little bird never
seen him so miserable before. It attempted and sung to him one more
song, of ups and downs, of its life and how it had met with a hero.
Unfortunately the man was not pleased. He scolded the bird and
banged on the cage.
That was the last straw. In the dawn of the next
day, the little bird used its beak to unlock the lever locking the
cage. It took a last look at the man, whom it once thought of, as
it’s saviour and hero, its knight in shining armour. The little
bird turned, spread its wings and flew, out of the cage and into
the sky.
It wasn’t that the little bird couldn’t escape
the cage because it was injured. Rather, it chose not to. The
little bird was not meant to live in a cage, and should be flying
in the skies, but it stayed. However, no matter how grateful the
little bird is, in the end, perhaps, all was not meant to
be.
