I look outside the box, wondering why I can’t fly.

I look behind me, and there lies a feather.

Is that why I can’t fly?

I look down and notice something around my leg.

I use my beak to remove it.

Is that why I can’t fly?

I look around, and I’m still surrounded by this box,

so I guess I’m going to be stuck.

Or am I?

I try my best to fly; it feels like success,

but I just can't succeed.

Why can’t I just fly?

I give up trying.

Looking at this feather gives me a wretched feeling.

Can I get out of here yet?

This feather snatched my hope,

and now I’m never going to fly again.

I’ve done my best. Can I fly now?