It’s one of the saddest things you could ever imagine. Sitting in a cage, bouncing from sitting point to sitting point, the little bird looks for a way out.
Time is passed by cleaning his wings, eating some bird food, or whistling a tune. But in his heart, he longs to soar. He longs to fly above the trees and look at the earth beneath. He was made to do that. He was made to fly from tree to tree. He was made to watch the sun come up and sing as the light peaks through the leaves. He was made to soar, but he sits in a cage and sleeps.