we'll build us a home out of packaging foam...

i've been thinking about birds lately. i have one. he's precious.

i mean, i've even gotten used to his twirtling and scuffling about in the morning. he's a very nice alarm clock. he likes to wake up about 30 minutes before i need to.

earlier this week was hard. i am out of money. O-U-T. and i ran out of bird seed too! so i was thinking about this little bird. my baby. reliant on me for everything, toys, food, water. he loves music. i love to hear him talk. but i decided to use what little money i did get on myself. and then there are the times when i just plain forget to take care of him.

it makes me think of being in love. sometimes, one person is the human, and the other person is the bird. i tend to be the bird.

okay, i usually end up being the bird.

the bird relishes every bit of attention. the bird waits all day long for some notice or acknowledgement from the person.

fluff the feathers.
dance around with music.
show off.
beg for the object of affection to watch.

you didn't feed me. you forgot my water for days. but all i want is you to sit by me for a little bit and notice me.

i'm only a bird, but i'll defend you. i'm jealous. i don't trust them.

but you i love.

here's the question. why do we let them cage us?