Updated: Aug 13
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a bird.
She wasn’t particularly beautiful or bright, but she yearned to fly. There (inside the cage) she felt
obsolete, meaningless to everything and everyone. Like stone: trapped in place, grey and invisible, waiting for the erosion time would, undoubtedly, bring.
Once upon a time, there was a bird with faded-away colours painting its wings. It looked upon the sky and yearned to join the happy moon near the stars, to feel the howl of the lonely wolf in its feathers and join in the full-moon race.
Once upon a time, there was a bird with, strange, bright eyes. It watched the moon hunt in the forest below and felt sad and trapped.
Once upon a time, there was a bird. She watched and watched and watched; She waited and waited and waited; and there she was, stuck in her cage, waiting; for the wolf cursed with humanity, for the man with a never-ending thirst, for the hybrid, for the Knight, for the warrior, for the lost, for the enemy, for the friend, for the enemy’s enemy, for the beauty, for the beast, for anyone and everyone!
Once upon a time, there was a bird and she waited and waited and waited, until one day, she waited no more…