House Arrest

Well, not quite house arrest but it would be hard to tell the difference. In the beginning I would sit in the window sill, early evening, and watch people go by. Each day was worthy of a large X on the wall and the prize was to make it to the next. Really I was thinking it would be temporary. After a few weeks, I would feel freedom, go flying out the door. 

Its been six years now, wings clipped and barely leaving the neighborhood by day and never leaving the house at night. And I like it this way.