My humans used to have a bird that lived in a cage, I always used to pity it because it couldn't leave and was simply trapped in that cage. Now I regret that pity because I know that to pity something is to look down on that thing and now I know what it is to be trapped by both pride and another being. I have slowly become trapped as Munkustrap has tightened security on the junkyard and prevented anyone from leaving without his express permission. On the days when I most want to leave I think back to that bird and I understand why the caged bird sings, it is to allow it to dream of freedom and for that reason I must dance.
Cat - Victoria
Book - I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou.Thanks to Eraman for thier suggestions, I will write about them I've just got a few more to post that I've already written. Anyway reviews make me happy as do book titles