"Some birds are
not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright,
their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to
feed them, they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows
it was wrong to imprison them in the first place, rejoices, but still, the place where you
live is that much more drab and empty
for their departure."