profanity & vanity

I always believed she liked me and I'm not going to change that.I know the extend she may love me is my food, still that gives me a moment of her presence.A glance of her eyes in mine.A note of her chatter for my heart.A touch of her pinty claws touching me.A peek of her hungry beaks against my eyes.May be a pair of curves joined too..

I used to go by the hospital everyday. There used to be this big wall beside the compund and a lot of plants who lived on the shade of the wall.They wouldn't have grown this far if not for sun,rain and earth alone or if some one cared for the plants alone.Playing among them a day, I found a li'l bird.It was broken,hungry.It struggled, may be.But didn't wriggle or show off.I didn't think of all these then.I didn't take it home thinking of her struggle or pain but just out of my 'childish curiousity' as I may describe my naughtiness.She came home with me full heartedly.After all she's an orphan and weeak and helpless and Me? I'm her only family now. Or such was what I assumed as I brutally kidnapped her and took her away to my home,to captivity.Just my selfishness is considerable at this point and what?I'm the hero and how can I be wrong? So she 'came with me' I gave her my love .I looked after her. I Explored my valuable trash and worked

Once when I was all free to do anything I could, I wanted to grow, go and be more free never knowing I was tugging at more and more bars upon myself that now I want to go back to my liitle feets and regrow out of this dungeon..