I Can Fly



A little bird stopped by my cage one day asking me why I never ventured outside.
I answered that it had never occurred to me that I could do so.
“Why was the door to my cage open all the time?” he asked
I had no idea why.
“Would I like to come out and fly?” he asked
I had no idea how to fly.
“Come on outside and I will show you,” he said.

My little feet sank into the white carpet, my wings flapped with excitement.
Then I felt scared being out in the open.
I retreated back in the cage.
The little bird’s patience ran out and off he went.
For several days I went a little further out and would come back in again.

One day I could not go back in, the door had closed while I was outside.
That was the day I saw the little bird again.
He taught me how to fly.

Hélène Vaillant©

Written for: What do you See?

Written for: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 57


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