Flying Free

Unlike us, you were born with wings.

While the walls surrounding us were our sanctuary and refuge, you loathed them as a barricade between you and them.

While company to us was simple bliss, you yearned for the freedom devoid of the shackles of society's constraints, or of the demeanors we demanded of you.

You didn't want to be that pretty little bird locked in a cage of prim and proper.
You didn't want to whistle beautiful little tunes asked of you.

I heard you squawk unabashed, brazenly disregarding the tint of blush creeping onto our flustered cheeks.

We heard his vulgarness reflected in your audacious caw, the screeching lack of composure in your self-congratulatory declaration.

We saw you then, your beautiful feathers had fallen off, you had become that common jay you regarded so highly.

That was when we finally let you go.