John opened the cage and took it out, before venturing for the garden. It looked in his eyes, sensing recognition maybe, even love. He wasn’t sure.
He placed it on the ground, and it sat there watching him, not moving. John could see it was unsure. He knelt next to it, stroking its feathers carefully.
“It’s okay he said” breaking its neck. He could taste it already.
John felt bad, but this is a different time.