The Bird's Cage

Last night I dreamed I had a cage full of beautiful little birds. Each special and beautiful, each beloved by me. I opened the cage to let them fly free. I thought they would fly back to me.

But as the day went on the cage was still empty. Other ugly creatures flew into the cage, hairy little winged monsters with teeth and claws. I shooed them away, but still my birds did not return.

I sat down to wait for them, patient and hopeful. But deep in my heart there was a sadness because I had already steeled myself to the truth that I would never see them again. My cage would remain empty and my little birds free in the sky, soaring high.