My beautiful bird . Baby .

A beautiful blue bird flew into my window one day .
The bird has such melodious voice , soft feathers and it was so beautifully coloured .
That bird was so mesmerising , it drew my attention .
I was so captivated , I wanted it .
Thus , I caught it and placed it in my heart .
I had fallen in love with it .

For some reasons , the bird didnt mind being captured , it enjoyed my presence .
Then I knew , this little bird loved me back .

I named it Baby . For it was frail like a baby .
I was happy taking care of it .
Mum and dad didnt like the idea of an annoying bird chirping all day because they thought that it would be a hindrance to my studies .
However , I held on and protested to keep it .

They wanted to snatch my Baby away from me .
Also , it was my my most precious possession .

I wanted to elapse with Baby .
But after all the perseverance and such , we made it through .
People accepted that I must have this little blue bird by my side .

I showered Baby with loads of care and love !
Bought it new things to play and such .
But soon things changed as the bird got too comfortable .
Baby had decided to poop and pee all over the works I've made or done .
Thus , getting on my nerves time and time again .
And each time it angers me , each time I pluck its delicate feather .

As I gazed out of my window at the vast open skies .
Friends of Baby flew past freely , singing happily . I sensed that Baby wanted to be with them .
By faith I set it free , knowing that it would still come back to me .

It flew away but hasnt came back .

Have I wasted my time ?
I felt as if the bird had crushed my heart with its invisible hands .


Alright I wrote this and it's not based on any recounts or such .
I just suddenly got inspiration for this ! :D