Bound

There once was a boy that found a wounded bird, the bird did its best to hide this wound for it didn't not trust the hands that bent for it.but the boy was gentle and kind. the boy was not use to such a tender thing,but still tried his best to help the small bird. The bird slowly grew stronger and soon it wished to fly, but the boy having been left by those ones he though loved him, grew scared that the bird he helped would leave like so may others.the boy captured the bird in his hands, the bird felt the tightness of the hands on its breast and wings it started to struggle for freedom but the hands just grew tighter and soon the boy started to tell the bird that he couldn't live with out it. the bird now almost breathless bit the boy hoping that he would let go just a bit so it could breath. but the boy cried and fell on his knee begging the bird to stay. the bird heart started to slow, and with its last thought called on a power inside it for one last chance to live. the God that created it looked down on such a sight of two troubled creations. and set an angel to break the harm of two souls. The Angel broke the hold of the boy but stayed there holding the boy to comfort him as the bird fell to the ground, the bird breathed in thanks to the creator asking the angel to stay with the boy. The bird opened its wings and took to the sky, for it was a messenger bird. Now if the bird is to go back to the boy that is up to the God that sent it.that great creator watches over both the boy and bird and knows the path greatest for both. and nether the boy or the bird knows what is best. -Crystal A. Thompson 2/26/2012