Bird Cage Quote Novels & Stories

Jenkins says. “Can I see a bird?”

He asked, “Do you like it? It’s for you.” Baby Zetty reached out and was ecstatic. “It’s beautiful.” Finn smiled and said, “With this fellow keeping you company, you won’t be alone in the future.” Baby Zetty was not quite well-versed in animals and asked curiously, “What kind of a bird is it?” Baby Robbie had no clue as well, but he started babbling, “This is a robin, and it symbolizes love. This bird represents the kindness and beauty of human nature.” As soon as Baby Robbie said this, he secretly glanced at Baby Zetty.

I crept into the woods on tiptoe one wonderful night, when the captive birds sang for their liberation. Their cries sounded like a dejected lament about self-satisfaction and the cage they’d never called home. The gypsy wind rocked the trees, and I undoubtedly took the step to provide them with their desired salvation, the ability to breathe and fly freely. They took off, finally returning home. Then I returned to my own cage, which was less filthy but still chained..

The large trees, the water and the sky feels so serene that it feels like they are mocking me as they are free and I'm being caged inside a golden cage. I feel like I'm a bird whose wings have been clipped off and I'm moving towards my golden cage for my entire life. I sighed one last time at my life and closed my eyes, shutting down everything.

It was a giant mynah, which was standing inside a cage hanging over the door frame. "Yeah, buddy. Tell me about it." I sighed. "Crow! Crow!" It tilted its head while staring at me. "Yeah, I know he's an asshole. But he's going to pay for it." I waved the card in my hand. "Crow!" "OK. I see your point. But did you see his biceps?" The mynah rolled its eyes, turned back, and faced me with its fat ass. "OK. You're not into biceps and I'm talking to a bird. Man, I really need to have something to eat now."

I giggled as I watched the little bird fly around the room excitedly which made me wonder how long it had been in that cage. My smile faded as a thought came into my mind. The bird reminded me of myself. I was just like the bird, I've always enjoyed freedom but like the bird I was locked in a large mansion and was deprived from moving about and having fun, just like his the bird was deprived from flying around and playing peacefully.

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

He selected his favorite poem by Craig Arnold and cleared his throat to begin: Of many reasons I love you, here is one the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright so you can tell me there is a bird trapped in the terminal all the people ignoring it because they do not know what to do with it except to leave it alone until it scares itself to death it makes you terribly, terribly sad You wish you could take the bird outside and set it free or (failing that) call a bird-understander to come help the bird All you can do is notice the bird and feel for the bird and write to tell me how language feels impossibly useless but you are wrong You are

Like seriously, now I wonder what good deeds he did back in his life to swim in money. I unconsciously stepped to the side when my eyes caught the small shimmering object on the shelf. A glided birdcage. It was small, too small for any bird, but it was beautiful with shimmering crystals over the dome and door. A faint smile touched my lips. Cages were lovely unless we were inside them rather than admiring them from outside.

I thought if I kept the bird in the cage, it was mine. It wasn’t until that bullet tore through my chest… Until I lay in that ICU, listening to the sound of her footsteps walking away… That I finally understood. You don’t love a bird by locking it in a cage, no matter how golden. You love it by setting it free. Even if it means you have to watch it fly away. “Boss, we should go back inside. The wind is picking up.” Luca glanced at the darkening sky, wanting to push my chair.