A Little red cardinal, trapped behind glass- only to be seen; never to be heard. Tired, feathered wings beat against the dust-frosted surface, leaving behind tiny imprints- the only evidence of her unrelenting struggle. Caught between thick brush laced with sharp thorns and the window filtering through faint enticings of warmth from the other side, she fights; continuously crashing into her self-made cage. Brittle bones and feathered beauty, she never relents; embers of hope and promised peace smoldering within her exhausted body. The fight she refuses to lose, but a battle never to be won.
‘She makes me so sad.’
My sigh fogs the thick, translucent space between me and her. So close, yet so far away.
‘It’s a fucking bird. Stop romanticizing such stupid things. Get in the car, we’re leaving.’
My fingertips linger over her heaving ribcage; the ache of her broken, fighting spirit radiates through the cold surface. I longed to hold her- just to give her a moment of rest.
I sit in the passenger’s seat, staring out at the world through the car window, head resting tired on the glass.
I am a little red cardinal, trapped behind glass- only to be seen; never to be heard.
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