Everything went blurry. My eyes were barely open. I see a human being and tried as hard as I could to flap my wings and break free from his grip. I chirped and cawed, but it seem to gain none of the human’s attention. I turned my head around even though it hurts, I see what could be blood dripping out of my wing. The agony is truly unbearable, all I could think of was to fly and live free again, but as soon as that thought came to mind, I was out cold.

I struck my eyes wide open and everything was dark. It seems to me that I’m contained in some box with a hole above it. The box had soft grass and straw beautifully and carefully placed in it; so soft that I just wanted to sleep again. And I finally realized that the human being was only trying to help me. The hole above the box was enough for me to squeeze out of, and so I did. My wing, still injured, and still I try to flap, and it all comes to nothing. Through the window, I see a turqoise cloudless sky, it made me remember how I flew around in the great wild. The human is looking through the window, possibly waiting for me to regain consciousness.

I chirped to gain his attention. He looked at me and smiled. He carefully picked me up in his warm, and comforting hands and walked into another room. This room seemed to have more light coming in than the previous one, and appeared very welcoming. He placed me on what looked like a table and looked inside a big, cold box filled with lots of food. Speaking of food, my stomach is grumbling and is so ready to eat. The human didn’t look as if he had bird seeds, instead he carefully grated some sort of food and placed it on a little white plate. It looked yellow and had holes in them. Whatever they are, I need to eat. I quickly moved my beak up and down to eat those delicious looking food. They taste so wonderful and so unique, not like what I use to eat off the big rectangular can in the alley. While eating, the human kept staring at me with a smile on his face. 

After the wonderful meal, my wings felt normal, and so, I tried to attract attention. I flew upon his shoulder and again, he smiled. As if he knew what I was thinking, he slowly pulled the bandage away from my wing and said something like: “Fy”. I didn’t understand what he meant, and I shook my head from right to left to show my confusion. He said it again but now I understood; he said: “Fly“. Most birds would fly straight away, but I just stood there on his shoulder looking at his innocent and loving face. I knew that if I flew off, he would be alone again. So I chirped my last chirp and flapped my wings and felt the freedom of flight. Now, I only realized he had done so for love.

The following morning I went back by his window and pecked at it. The human gazed at the window, trying to make out what was there. He ran to me and flashed his smile again. He cuddled me in his arms and then placed me back at the window.

Now for every afternoon, I pay a visit to him and (again) see his beautiful smile and his warm hug. Now I have truly understood the meaning of Love.