The pigeon, it didn't have a name it knew of. Its owners cared for it with 3% pride, a favored pet in an urban house of insects and rotten food. The flavor of bird shit stained the pigeon's cage, engulfed the pigeon smelled it and knew no other scent. The thin black wire separated its world from everything else.

It flew about the .5 meter cubed cage with interest of disruption. Sometimes fingers curled through a secret shaft and weeded up with dirty fingernails to latch on to the pigeon, but he flew with perfection around his .5 meter cube- nothing could prevail over him. Days in and out a hand would come from a small stubborn human when the parents weren't there to watch, came rasping about the outline of the cage, as the bird cackled with feathers, spread its great small wings and swooped through gigantic wooden sticks used for perches, slinking under the propped-up water bowl and emerging with perfect timing, planning its escapes with nosehair misses for the adrenaline.

One day the bird had a plan to further trick the human hand. It decided with its great mastery to evade around the wrist joints and squeeze through. It didn't account for what was on the other side, but just a way to win the game. The boy came shortly after parents left the home and stuck his fingers in. The bird flew to the top of his kingdom, stood atop his nest attached to the black wire. The boy pounded on top the cage, but the bird stayed unflinching, not allowing the boy to scare him down. He was forced to reach his hand higher through the black wire. The bird took the chance and dove down, quickly slipping through closing fingers, swathing past intricately on a sure open path. The hand pulled back fast, beating him a millisecond faster to the exit. But it didn't close in time.

The bird shot high and free into the air past the black wired cage, raging its flock of feathers at increasing hights, swooped about in a circle, smelled a sensitive heavenly scent never smelled before, and appreciated the world with a gusting underbelly.The boy under him jumped and swung his hands, unable to reach high enough, breathing hard and ecstatic, almost screaming after the small flyer.

The pigeon flapped about and searched, amazed the world behind the black cage existed. He explored creases that once were beyond his vision, overly excited as new objects enlightened themselves into existence. He found an area of the house extending through the ceiling, rivets for feet beneath. He flew up, into rooms holding gigantic cushions, candles, empty water basins, aesthetic boarders elaborated with wonderful designs, colors so great they grayed out to his vision. His heart pounded as he found an area which went even higher, the boy following hastily yet unable to catch it. The pigeon flew around the attic in a frenzy, spotting numerous objects spattered on the ground, the young boy tripping and falling over them. Above in a crack in the ceiling, he found a great bright ball surrounded in blue mist, shining politely down on him. His small heart swelled his veins with great surges of blood and oxygen, he flew up as hard as he could, smiling with devastating zeal, up, up, UP. The few inches he made suddenly stopped, he crashed into an unseen wall.

He didn't understand as he fell unconscious to the floor.

The bird awoke back in the cage. Confused. The world was back away from him. Like it always was. Separated with black wire. Weak. Black. Wire.

"You could have killed it, Johnny!"
"Mom, I was just trying to feed it and it scared me!"
"You be more careful with your sisters bird next ti-"
"Mom, what's it doing?"
"I think it's going crazy!"
"Why's it smashing against the cage?"
"Oh my God! It's bleeding! It's Bleeding!"
"Jane, calm down, it's just exited over something. Johnny, take your sister in the other room."
"It's not excited! It's gone insane!"
"Oh my God!"
"Johnny, your sister!"
"But Mom!"
"It stopped moving! What's wrong with it! Mom!"