Festival Day


By Candy Ray

It was a festival day and I longed to see what was going on. A stage with music playing, blocked by the crowd standing at the front; stalls covered in bright colours and shapes labelled hand-made crafts and crowds thronging around them; carousel, bouncy spider-web.

But whenever I try to move closer, the wire mesh bars my way. There are no special days for me – every day is the same, sitting on the same  perches in the aviary at the centre of the park.


7 thoughts on “Festival Day

  1. I’ve never liked the way humans feel the need to cage birds, it’s just so wrong to take the joy of flight and freedom from something. Lovely, sad story.


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