The hawk railed against the cage walls, bashing himself against the side, looking for escape. He never understood why the dove stayed in his cage with him. Her door was open. He was too blind to see that she chose to stay "trapped". She, however, understood: a life without love, even a life in a "cage" was no life at all.
Finally, the hawk turned around and saw her there, where she had always been, willing to help him, to give herself for his freedom. Soon enough, he realized she was his freedom, his key. She was his open sky.