The Escape
It is so very dark and much too warm. And I am very frightened.I hear noises outside but do not know what they are. Sometimes, there is a little light but mostly it is dark. And it is much too warm.
My stomach is empty and I do not remember the last time I was fed. It seems so long ago.
I often wonder if others are imprisoned like me. I have vague memories of sharing a place with others but it was long ago. Before the heat and the darkness. Perhaps these are just dreams from when I sleep. Or wishes my heart makes to keep from feeling so lonely.
It seems like days since I woke in this place. The walls seem closer every day and even though I push with all my might, they do not give or move.
If I am guilty of a crime, I do not remember what I did. I can only hope that my agony is greater than that of my victim. To be caged in darkness and heat with no release seems a just reward for many deeds. Perhaps someday I will be allowed to say I am sorry.
But wait! The wall just moved slightly. Not enough to notice unless you spend your time trying to do this. Perhaps there is some small hope of escape. Wait! Another movement. I think I see a crack and there is glorious light outside.
I thought the light would mean more heat but there is movement in the air and beautiful colors. If I could name it such, I would call this breeze: a movement of air to keep things cool. Another crack! If I can push more before I become too weak, perhaps I can create a hole large enough to escape.
I do not know what waits outside but it must be pleasant.
The three children were gathered near their father while he adjusted the telescope. It was always a joy to share the night sky and learn of all the stars and constellations and the stories they told of good and love or animals or magic.
But today was very special. It was daytime and they were not looking for stars. Instead they were looking for animals. Perhaps from a distance they could see a beautiful deer jumping through the woods or a curious bear looking into one of the trashcans for some treat.
It was little Tiasha, giggling with joy that made them all take turns watching. In the far corner of the field near the top of a tall pine tree was a nest guarded by a large and fierce looking eagle. She seemed very determined to protect her eggs. The giggling was a result of one of the eggs opening. Slowly at first and then a little more. Finally, a large chunk fell off and out came the head of a little eaglet. The first thing it did was feed from mother. Then it seemed to stretch and flap her little wings and cry thanks for her escape.
Father and the children were delighted to be guests at such and event and spent much time talking about this beautiful scene of a small bird finally escaping the egg.