Small Wings Are Enough
Parakeet of Balcony - Ep 2
You have a unique life, with blessings and challenges.
Would you trade your challenges, to live the challenges meant for someone else?
The Parakeet of Balcony continues his journey to find his own answers about what Freedom really means…
If you missed Ep 1, here’s the link:
when death was close enough to smell these walls held me so well after confronting a large rat something in me awakened I stopped turning away from those I knew even threw kisses to my favorite few the parakeet female watching nearby I asked her about the rat and dangers like that she told me we only fear the sky and what's above us have you tried to fly I had no answer crows nearby cackled and laughed afraid of rats what kind of bird is that they lifted themselves into the height turning and rising all out of sight I wasn't built like those crows my wings are small and so am I but another parakeet arrived the next day bright eyed and worn from far away he told me he left a house much like mine neglected and hollowed by design he said these folks of yours are so fine then offered a trade he would give me his freedom if I let him have mine I stood very still and came to learn for the first time freedom was mine I asked him what if we tried just part of the time he laughed and said why not live long enough we'll see what you find I remembered my wings small and weak the rat the fear, its reek I remembered the hours my humans spent giving me love and what that meant I told him no I am parakeet this is my realm I'm its king for now
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I try to remember my realm as well. I'm glad you did.
an enchanting heart filled read (ps. I know rats … they are easy to scare)