LIttle Bird

A Story by Elayna

A haunting dream I had a few nights ago.

Little Bird

I once had a dream about a beautiful little bird with grand wings. If this bird were to spread its wigs and fly away, the bird would only be more beautiful, because the bird would be beautifully free. Alas, as I approached the little bird, tears graciously glided down its cheeks. Towering above this angelic little bird I asked gently, "What's wrong little bird?" I was afraid my words would scare this beautiful creature away if they were too harsh.

"Well, I desperately wish to be free, to travel great distances where no one knows my name. However, how could I ever reach these far off places?" the bird answered, in a voice so vulnerable and sad tears began streaming down my own cheeks,

"Little bird, use your beautiful wings to fly away," I suggest.

The little bird looked up at me, but did not see me, because, I realized, this beautiful little bird was blind.

"What wings?" the little bird asked.