Monday, April 6, 2009

Day 7

I thought I could make it. As the sky opened up, I noticed, not for the first time, that the outside world didn’t seem so scary, so far away. There had to be something better than this: something more than this mean existence. Instead of running scared like the others, I stood, silently…thinking. I craned my neck to get a better estimate of exactly what kind of power it would take to surmount the walls of my captivity. Then despite the gigantic eyes tracking my every move, I took my big chance, and flew! I flew! Up, up, and…(doh!) right smack into the top edge of the wall and tumbled back to earth. Damn that clear plastic.

Victory was not within my grasp today. But I have tasted freedom. I will never give up until it is mine.

Ginger (formerly Strawberry)

2 comments:

Fiddler said...

"Damn the electric fence!" (Gary Larson)

LB said...

Exactly! I hadn't read "Cow Poetry" before - thanks.