One year ago, my rams were born. First Edgar, then Ernest. Edgar had a stillborn sister, Emily. Doris, Ernest’s mother, had a difficult birth, her first one, and she refused to feed him. I bottle fed him for four months. I grew so close to him. He played with me but sometimes hurt my shins with his tiny horns.
Then my life changed and I gave my little herd away. To a better place, with sun and more grass. I miss them every day and cry because they are no longer with me. But I could not keep them because they were part of the cage I was in. I could barely move. I had to break free. It was painful and still hurts. But I know it will be worth it in the end. Because we have one life and cages are bad. I don’t need one.
Or maybe I do, but it should be beautiful, filled with light, warm, golden and you should live there with me.
A caged bird stands on the grave of dreamsMaya Angelou
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream