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I wish I were a bird
A love story.

Preface
Sitting peacefully reading my North American field guide I found myself enveloped by the amazing diversity. Closing my eye and seeing the forms colors and feathers I found my self drifting off.

Chapter One

Formless I began just a thought a spark in the master design. Life, the living of it, through the ages is timeless and intense. The will to my form began. It began like all the others in my family of diversity. Yet we are not all the same. There are so many plans and so many purposes. I am but a spark in a moment’s time. My spark is like so many thousands before me. Our numbers are so many on this mass, this orb. The selection is endless,

Who will I be?
I'm told the story of it being in the spring. Mother said the air was filed with voices and then a singular one caught her ear. He was handsome and virile. Wanting nothing more, but to do the very thing that they were created for. I began a thought in the microscopic world. Once being laid onto a fine feathered bed for incubation I was to be before I knew of anything. Then slowly becoming aware I could feel. Feeling left wanting and wanting was filled by the presence of a formless love. It was not meant to me for making more of others. It was simply for making the most of who I was going to become. After hollow darkness the day began for me when it was to release me form my bonds. All that I had need of chipped away at the hardened encapsulating shell. I became and I am. It was fine. It was fine to stretch and to dry my damp and curled wing. I began to sing. My cry was one of hunger a song of a belly longing to burst with satisfaction of no longer having any want.

It was crowded and the loft was full jam-packed with others all teeming for space to perch and get up from the garret floor. The old attic was an abandoned place. In many of the corners were strange gadgets glistening in the streaks of light that flowed in staging all it lit upon. All I wanted was out. I wanted to shed the throng and to be free of the stench.

That spark inside me ignited the flame that lighted the path through the horde, and kicking up the dung I found myself stifled. I held my breadth as long as I was able then gasping. I inhaled the smut. Choking I decided then and there I wanted no part of it.

I found my way to the ledge and made my departure with haste. Looking back, only to remember. For I have chosen never to forget.

At the ledge I made a choice that was all too difficult. However I found myself able and closed my eyes free falling into the thin sweet air. I caught glide and was amazing at the strength. Then I caught the wind and learned of the wisdom held within flight. I know that it will be within me even if some human ever clips my wing. I will hold that choice to fly. I am a bird it is what I am, what I do.

To be continued…