Sunday Muse: Gypsy Bird

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I crawled out of my cage and stretched until I stood tall.
And it occurred to me that it had no lock.
I was free to roam wherever I want. No longer tethered.
The rain felt colder and wetter, soothing me, watering me like a seed.
I picked up my cage and began to walk.
And it occurred to me that it was not heavy, as I had expected, but as light as the feathers it perhaps once held.
I wandered aimlessly hoping to find a target, a direction that made sense.
I tired.
And it occurred to me that I could find rest inside my cage.
I crawled inside, bending and twisting until I fit.
Perfectly comfortable in its familiarity.
And it occurred to me that perhaps it wasn’t a cage at all.
Or perhaps I had become complacent in it’s capture.