Hey There, yes that is well done. It's very raw, like a fountain of emotion straight from your heart.
And MissFit, I've started a fable about a parrot in a cage. You inspired me. It's actually gonna make one hell of a kids' book one day! I will illustrate it myself. It starts like this:
The Little Lorikeet
The little lorikeet never knew what it was like to fly. To find her own tasty seed. To join the other lorikeets as they spread their magnificent emerald wings and bore away on the wind to new exotic locations.
The little lorikeet was hardly what you’d call splendid. Her plumage was neat, but it didn’t shine. Her eyes were clean, but were like dull glass rather than red jewels. She had wings, but her owner regularly clipped them. Even if the owner didn’t, the little lorikeet wouldn’t have been able to fly very far. Her muscles were too underdeveloped from sitting in that cage day in, day out.
So the little lorikeet sat on her perch and stood on one foot and then the other, day in and day out. Her cage was inside a house and the little lorikeet could see all sorts of birdlife through the windows. Magnificent red king parrot calls pealed from the trees like bells, pink and grey galahs grazed on the new grass seed shoots and rainbow lorikeets filled the skies like multi-coloured clouds. All the little lorikeet could do was watch them through the windows.
Every day her owner bought her seed. Sometimes it was fresh, and other times it was reused seed sifted from the bottom of the cage. It was always the same. “This is wonderful seed!” her owner would tell her. “You are lucky to have someone who feeds and cares for you like this! You don’t want to be like those parrots outside who have to find their own food. There’s no good food outside anyway. Those parrots eat garbage!” So although the seed was bland, the little lorikeet was glad to have it.
One day the little lorikeet felt lonely and frustrated. The parrots outside seemed to be having so much fun! They could go where they liked, eat what they liked and make friends with any bird at all. She began calling out to them, though her calls were clumsy and she didn’t really know what to say.