there’s a neighbour i know who always wears dresses. always floral. maybe with a yellow waterproof jacket when it’s cold or, unsurprisingly, raining.
she tells me she has two birds, in cages too small for their personalities, no doubt.
there are lots of birds on this block unable to reach their full potential, stopped by the confines of metal bars and people that just don’t understand their needs,
or are unable to give it to them. even some that just won’t for the sake of seeing them in distress, i think.
it’s painful thinking about all the birds trapped in tiny cages, colourful and crying, hoping to be let out.
only if the world they’d be let out to wasn’t as harsh and grey, they might have a chance. but the birds don’t know that. they just see the cage.