I was an apprentice to a cruel Master who kept his bird caged.
Once, I opened the cage.
'Go, fly way, have some fun.'
The bird flew away, did whatever birds do when they are free. I could see her, sometimes, high in the sky.
The Master came back. Whistled and the bird stopped in mid-air, torn between the call and freedom. She came back.
I had to say goodbye. There was a single tear in the bird's eye and I realised my terrible mistake.
For you grieve not for what you know not, but for what is lost.
Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago
Love that last line!
Frenchie almost 10 years ago
Thank you Bryan. :)
Frenchie almost 10 years ago
Thank you Drew. :)