Freedom

I was a small child when a bird flew into our house — I caught it.

It was tweeting and tweeting trying to flee.

‘Free it’, my grandfather said. ‘No’, I replied, ‘it is singing. Let’s keep it in a cage’.

‘It is crying’, he said. ‘Birds sing only in the forest; in the cage, they just cry.’

He opened the window. I let the bird go.