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i bought a bird in a cage with the intention to set it free i hung the cage on the tree and opened the door wide the bird looked at me and did not move i sat there, it sat there we sat there for hours the wind came in and out bugs went in and out the cage swung the bird waited it did not move i coaxed it out with promises of berries and leaves it left the cage and sat on the floor still still it did not move it sat on the floor and waited i waited it waited we waited the crows gathered circling the little bird waiting for me to leave so they could seize the opportunity but i waited it waited they waited we waited the bird hopped it hid in bushes it climbed on a branch it looked at me still still it did not fly it began to get dark the crows got closer it was time for dinner for me for it for them the bird looked at me coaxed me with fear and love to let it back in the cage i let it go back i closed the door it was safe it was still it was home he had never learnt how to fly
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
he never learnt how to fly
i bought a bird in a cage with the intention to set it free i hung the cage on the tree and opened the door wide the bird looked at me and did not move i sat there, it sat there we sat there for hours the wind came in and out bugs went in and out the cage swung the bird waited it did not move i coaxed it out with promises of berries and leaves it left the cage and sat on the floor still still it did not move it sat on the floor and waited i waited it waited we waited the crows gathered circling the little bird waiting for me to leave so they could seize the opportunity but i waited it waited they waited we waited the bird hopped it hid in bushes it climbed on a branch it looked at me still still it did not fly it began to get dark the crows got closer it was time for dinner for me for it for them the bird looked at me coaxed me with fear and love to let it back in the cage i let it go back i closed the door it was safe it was still it was home he had never learnt how to fly
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
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