They say there are more of us out there. Wild ones where the whole world is their home. It's hard to imagine. Bars, glass and monotony is all I know. My mother raised me here. She never speaks of life before.
“We are the chosen ones,” she says. “We remind the furless creatures we exist. If they forgot about us, we would risk extinction.”
We are caged so the rest of my kind can know freedom.
“Our kin will remember our sacrifice, won’t they mother?” She smiled.
“No, son. They are wild and free. Only broken things need reminding.”
“We are the chosen ones,” she says. “We remind the furless creatures we exist. If they forgot about us, we would risk extinction.”
We are caged so the rest of my kind can know freedom.
“Our kin will remember our sacrifice, won’t they mother?” She smiled.
“No, son. They are wild and free. Only broken things need reminding.”
