The human under the birdcage was like Pegasus.

I just looking at the birds in the window where only they could fit, the birds that no one knows where they come from and no one knew what was the life they had. They are innocent so I am, yet some of them will fit in a cell. Innocent just because they are helpless fragile and easy to capture because they all had the colourful feather and shinny beak they could be displayed.

A bird that was life is to fly, gives God freedom to surround the worlds they lived. Promulgate as the normal thing, loved each other and creates the family like us humans, yet we are much more likely wanted them be in the prison where they are too much more fit.

The bird was likely me, innocent yet on cell. I just thought maybe birds are not waiting for them to get freed by humans, they are waiting for their death.

They tried to get out of the cage yet the bars within won't let them go, they wanted to cry and beg but we heard sing and lovely sounds, just like I am. Crying and flee for freedom yet the guard that surrounds me see it as a joke. I am a joke saying I am innocent, I am a clown that they are using for entertainment. Like the birds that are crying, like the parrot that sings. But people see only a chicken, they could be fed nor not.

I get jealous of the birds, they could still see the colour of the world while they are incaged, they could feel the fresh air and see hows the weather and the climate. The sun rising and the moment it comes back to slept, the shine of the moon and how the raindrops flow.

I am not a bird indeed, so the caged within me is a four-sided wall with no visible things from outside. Only the imagination I could get from it, the sun and the moon, the air and rain it's just imagination. A fake sceneries in my head, a clone of the normal world.

How lovely to be a bird, seeing the world unto the top. Skies was a traffic jam. The cloud was the playground and the trees was the comfort. While I am floating in sadness, grief and anxiety.

I remember my old lady when she said that birds are the messenger of God, so what was the message? I am talking to the bird, I asked what was the note from God. The birds ignored and I repeat. I think I just made the bird scared, it fly away.

Maybe that’s the message. God ignored me. The answer to my prayer was decline. The message was clear.

My eyes were hurt with dust from the bird remnant in flying, or no my teardrop was begun to sudden show. The assurance of being free wasn’t getting approval.

I heard someone laughing in my back, he said I am crazy talking to the birds. Then things happened next, I could feel the hurt of my back. The blood comes from my nose and aching jaws. Like a bird, nothing he did and no action was performed yet there was a punishment. Now I could be happy again, I am human but no different to birds, they are humans but no different to cruel animals.

I am the host, the bird of the caged yet under the same coop there was a lion.

I am lying on the ground, no one could help. I spread my hands or should I consider them as wings? Yeah, I spread it equally, doing the things that birds do, spread the wings and fly.

I am enjoying flying, the red colour of the ground was a lubricant in my actions, the more I moved my hands like I am spreading the liquid, I don’t feel any pain only the joy for the last time my dream of becoming a bird was now possible.

Spread more, fly high and that is what I did.

Then something was caught my attention, the warden and a lot of people are coming from me. Then the eyes become blurred they are rushing.

Are they going to save me? No, I don’t need to be human again. I just wanted to be a bird. And the red fluid floor was my blood, I could feel the feather that grows from my body.

Now I admit I am wrong, God send me what I wished for. To be a bird, to get my freedom. He gave me both, I am happy about what happened in my life.

Just like the bird, innocent like me. Caged with no reasons and maybe just waiting to die. Happy to die for this was we want, the only thing that was in our mind it’s the FREEDOM, now I could fly high like the birds.

Hey guys, I just want to say thank you to Ms @Jane for always appreciating my works, because of your warm recognition of my creative written article you give me the inspiration to create anew, and this was the result. This was creative writes, a fiction scenario thanks for reading…