A cage, that was gold spun metal in the form of searing hot bars formed a gilded entrapment around the bird and its wings and in addition to the searing pain when ever it touched the bars, every time the anxious head tried to pop free it was stopped by barbs and neddles and thisles protruding everywhere. It didn't want to escape, it just wanted freedom. The ability to spread its wings and fly, the rush of the wind under soaring wings amd ruffled feathers,  the feeling of togetherness that gave, that's was it wanted, freedon.