THE GREAT ESCAPE

It was pitch black and I was enclosed from all sides in total darkness. I felt against the walls of my prison with my limbs, as I could not see for the black night of my enclosure, but no; its walls were rock solid to my touch. They seemed impenetrable and made out of concrete; not likely to budge an inch under all my force and pressure. I seemed to be a doomed prisoner of a nasty fate; death by imprisonment, seclusion and starvation. Still the darkness enveloped my conscious and being, and there seemed to be no escape from my inevitable and solitary death. After the longest of time I could take the pressure and loneliness no more, and started rapping against the wall in the dark with all my might. I rapped and banged as hard as could for quite a while, and then a miracle happened; suddenly the walls gave way like a slight crack in it, and the light poured in from the sun. Now my beak ripped ferociously at this crack in my cell, and wonder of wonder, the hole in it became larger and larger, until I could actually manage to climb out of it. I looked at my surroundings filled with light and life, in awe, and inspected my body. I was a fine feathered creature after all, soon to be a handsome bird indeed. Free to fly far from the bondage of my birth cell and prison to new wondrous heights up above. I stumbled a bit at my first few paces, but soon found my footing, and prepared myself for a marvelous existence of freedom and flight forever after; way up there in the skies so blue.