I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
Birds born in cages think that flying is a disease.
Like a bird with broken wing that has traveled through wind for years . . . I sleep and my heart stays awake . . .
Jenks made a move to follow, probably forgetting he didn’t have wings anymore. He leaned forward and fell to the floor, face first. “Jenks!” I shouted when he hit with a dull smack and started swearing.
Flight without feathers is not easy.
Fences are made for those who cannot fly.
I was compared to a bird that was too fat to lift itself off the ground.
If you haven't got eyes, you shouldn't have wings
