Flash Fiction #114 – A Song in Flight

The singing bird was flying sky to sky,

This place was a new world it did not know

It sang its song as it went low and high

There wasn’t anywhere it didn’t go.

How wonderful it felt to flap its wings

And to be far beyond the gilded cage

Here, its melody rejoicefully rings

with notes free from desolation and rage

No humans here to forget to feed him

No humans here to make him a display

No humans to give his feathers a trim

No humans to take his freedom away

He will fly forever, or so it seems…

But then he awakes. It was just a dream. Just a dream.

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