She inserts her hand into the cage withdrawing a small bird.
She has nursed its broken wing and gave it seed and water.
Her heart pangs as she opens the window releasing gratitude to the wind.
He would return but she closes the glass.
He beats against it.
Her cat enters in.
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Love, freedom, cruel to be kind
Thank you Norman for the read and comment it means a lot my friend
always welcome, much enjoyed
I like the cat image, and we know cats like birds.
Some goodbyes need to be cruel to be kind sometimes.
Bingo. You hit the heart my friend. Thanks so much for the read and comment Paul.
Could stand in for several types of situations where love is mixed with control wherein even cruelty is disguised with kindness and caging in what should be free. 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you my friend I appreciate the read and comment. Yes it could indeed and sometimes we are the one that needs to make that decision not the bird looking for a meal.
So true. Always, R 👍🏻🕊️
Soren, what a haunting portrayal of conditional care. She repairs what was broken, sends it away, and then refuses the bond her kindness created. Tenderness and abandonment sit painfully close together here. Excellent write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the read and comment it is true love what does what is best for the one loved not for oneself.
Now if someone had not let the cat out of the bag, it would not be among the pigeons/birds!
Cease! says Fido - enough metaphors, allegories, or whatever they are. lol.
If Fido had been around the bird could have stayed. Thanks Orchi for the read and comment I knew you were good with metaphors
Speaking meta-wotsitly... lol.
Who wants to leave the place where they were cared for. Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for the read and comment you make a good point.
But of course Wild Birds are not meant to be Caged. So she had no choice.
Just hope the Dog gets the Cat.
Good Write.
Thanks Kevin I appreciate the read and comment yes people often try to do what they should not do.
Where conditions are right,all caged birds with a chance of survival...I loathe the whole thing.
Small unresolved issue here: Since cat came in after the bird was released...
Smooth neat write, Soren.
Thanks so much Dave I had an aquarium for years but no longer will I keep anything caged. Even a potted plant makes me feel bad.
Birds must always be set free soren.
Andy
And so is love. Thanks so much for the read Andy
Nicely done
Thank you Gray means a lot
Wow - several layers here!
Thanks so much Jon your words are most appreciated
A beautiful and quietly heartbreaking piece. The simple act of setting the bird free feels like an act of love, but the ending changes everything. The closed glass and the arriving cat leave so much unsaid, making the poem both tender and deeply unsettling.
Thank you my friend for your keen eye and kind review. Yes the cat is introduced as a conundrum for the reader, is it in her love for the bird that she closes the glass and shuts him out or is it her love for the cat over the bird that causes her choose that cat over the bird. Is love relative or all or nothing.
Thank you, my friend. Your explanation makes the conundrum even more intriguing. I especially like the way you leave the reader suspended between two interpretations of love and care: whether it is an act of protection for the bird or an act of preference for the cat. Perhaps that ambiguity is what makes the question so compelling. Is love relative and capable of taking different forms, or does choosing one over another inevitably make it conditional? A fascinating question, and one that gives the poem much to contemplate.
Your reflections make writing a pleasure
Thank you so much. That is very kind of you to say.
This is very cute I've read stories like this
Thank you so much my friend for your review and comment. It is most appreciated.
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