I missed last week as when I was about to sit down and write it, the cat came in with a bird in her mouth. I got a little distracted and forgot all about FSF. It does have a bearing on this prompt, though, which is Flight…
My uncle kept pretty songbirds in a cage. They kept singing out of hope, or maybe despair.
They told me not to worry, the birds were happy because they sang.
One morning I woke early, stole in and unlocked the cage.
They sang even louder as they took flight.