It’s no wonder, a birdbrain you’re, you’re after all a bird. The unknown may attract you; as you’re still to explore the humble abode in which I reside.
So you come and peck on the window. And yet you don’t know of how I too; strike the same window to escape. If only I had wings like you, for when I once did breached and escaped, I was just caught and brought back.
So you stupid bird you’ll see, one day I will, successfully I might add, scarper. And on that day I will welcome the unknown and will leave this ‘known world’ behind.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jean L. Hays.