Flew the coop
Strings bind my soul to a single spot on the ground. A single spot that has become so familiar and so warm. The comfort it brings me holds me to it, but I often longingly look to the open sky. The clouds call to my heart, the wind ruffles my wings. The safe ground pulls me close as I gaze, but I know where I truly should be. It only took a snip of my beak to free me from my cords.
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