Story of a pretty bird

Story of a pretty bird

A pretty bird in a magnificent cage.
A man came to feed her from time to time.
A man said, "My pretty little bird, I love you so much. I love when you sing to me. I love your beautiful feather. I love everything about you."
A pretty bird could be happy and all smile the whole day...
Then a pretty bird found out that there's another cage with another bird...
A man still came to feed her from time to time...but less and less...
Because now a man also had another bird...
"Don't worry, my pretty little bird. My love for you is never less." a man said
"He still fed me and said he loves me. That should be enough." a pretty bird thought...
"Don't count the hour of separation but the moment we spent together." a man said
"He still care about me and he still love me." a pretty bird thought...
Less and less a man came...
Less and less a man told a pretty bird that he loved her...
"He has another bird now. I wonder if she's pretty than me? I wonder if she sang better than me? I wonder if she loved him as much as I do? I wonder if he told her that he loved her too?" a pretty bird thought...
Day after day a pretty bird waited...
More and more she started to wonder...
"He also has another bird now. Maybe she's pretty than me. Maybe she sings better than me. Maybe she loves him more than I do. Maybe he loves her too." a pretty bird thought...
Less and less a pretty bird felt important...
More and more she felt depressed and unhappy...
"He also has another bird now. He will probably forget me soon." a pretty bird thought...
A pretty bird looked up to the sky and she cried her heart out...
"My love, I love you so much. But now you already have another bird and that broke my heart. You didn't come to feed me any more and you also didn't say that you love me any more. How could I stand that?" a pretty bird talked to herself...
"My love, I love you so much. How could you this to me? I might be hurt now but I shall leave." a pretty bird talked to herself...
"My love, I love you so much. And if you loved me still...and if you wanted me still, you would know where to find me as I would be right there...in your heart." a pretty bird talked to herself...
Her heart was burning...
From life to ash, from ash to life...
A pretty Phoenix is flying to the sky

Yosita Anita V.

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