Free As A Bird!

Kitty-Kitty the Wonder Bird, who meows like a kitty ~ 
a story of Surrender and Acceptance.

 

When I am born, I do not tweet like a bird.

No-no-no!

I meow like a little kitten and my family members,

thinking this is cute, name me

“Kitty-Kitty the Wonder Bird!”

 

“Meow….meow!” I cry ~

and my entire family of shining beaks smile and

nod their heads with multiple tweets.

 

Later, I am embarrassed by my sounds.

Still later I

decide I wish I could be a human,

like my best human friend, Liberty.

 

Overall, there are two

highly important friends in my life:

my best friend, Kirsten the Fish, and,

my favorite human, Liberty, a very little girl.

 

You see,

I am a finely-feathered,

gentle spirit-bird,

who desperately wants to be human…just like Liberty.

Guess what?

Liberty the Human wears tutus.

She wears bows in her hair.

She wears cowgirl boots and sometimes

rain-boots with jewelry!

Liberty the Human

Liberty is not just any little girl.

She can run and kick a football. She can tackle.

She can fall down without crying.

She can grind fresh wheat for bread making.

 

She can EVEN make her bed while singing for her family!

She has a lovely and inspiring voice.

 

This makes me sing so loudly my feathered neighbors

jump off their branches in surprise!

I watch Liberty carefully and decide

I want to be just like her.

Sadly, I do not think I want to be a bird anymore.

 

I especially love the tutus and have a “Tutu Tree”

that holds flowing tutus.

I like to sit and sing all day and watch

the tutus blow in the wind.

Oh, how I long to wear one!

 

TutuTree

My beloved Tutu Tree! Do you see me? 
I am singing tiny heart-shaped notes!

 

I also have a very best friend.

She is a swimmer-athlete and wears a tutu underwater!

Her name is Kirsten. She lives in The Pond.

She is a fish!

We spend many days chatting.

 

 

My very best friend, Kirsten the Fish ~

 

Some of my daily activities include flying trips

from the Tutu Tree to The Pond to

visit Kirsten the Fish,

and then to Liberty the Human’s home.

 

One day,

I cannot find Kirsten.

 

I sing and sing at the top of my lungs

searching for my dear friend.

 

Then I do an unwise thing.

Looking into The Pond,

I… dive… straight… in.

 

 

Ana the Alligator

 

After diving in, it seems odd that there is so much darkness in

The Pond.

Then I realize Ana the Alligator has swallowed me whole!

Oh, my.

How horrid!

And stinky!

And SLI-I-I-I-I-I-IMEEEEEEY!

 

Yuck! Ana the Alligator’s Stomach

with Me Swallowed Whole

 

My eyes become used to the darkness in

Ana the Alligator’s stomach.

I begin to walk around trying to find a way out.

At that moment I promise myself that if I get out,

I will never long to be anything other than

exactly what I am:

A BIRD.

 

Then I begin to weep hot, fat, sloppy tears.

 

Suddenly I think of a plan!

I remember Ana the Alligator is ticklish!

So, I dry my tears and begin to tickle Ana’s stomach

with my tail feathers and “AH-AH-AH-CHOOOOO!!!!!”

OUT I COME

as a part of Ana’s sneeze

landing back into “The Pond”!

 

I try to breathe slowly to calm my quivering heart …

And wouldn’t you know it,

just as I think I am clear,

SOMETHING bumps under me!

 

It picks me up high in the air.

“Oh, no! Now what?” I cry out!

“Please, I promise not to wish to be anything

other than exactly who I am,

if I can just get free!” I shout.

 

It is then that I look around and see

that I am in a small hole-in-a-hill.

It is the home

of Oscar the Otter.

His tail flipping around

signals he is hungry.

He is drooling and looking as

though he may be going to cook me for dinner!

Oh my goodness,

Kitty-Kitty the Bird is in trouble AGAIN.

I am so very frightened.

Aaaaaaack!

 

After thinking about Oscar the Otter

and his life,

I remember a song his mother and his father

used to sing to him when he was firstborn.

All the forest animals would listen

at evening bedtime.

 

I begin to sing the following to the tune of “Going Home”

written by Antonín Dvořák in 1893, Public Domain:

 

“Oh, my baby otter-boy;

I love you more than life;

Someday you’ll be big and strong;

and marry an otter-girl wife…

        and marry an otter-girl wife.” 

OscartheOtter

Oscar the Otter

 

Oscar freezes.

He looks at me, Kitty-Kitty the Bird, staring hard.

I can tell he is missing his mother and father.

He stops preparing a way to cook me

on The Pond Hill

and pushes me away gently, saying,

“Go on little bird. I will find something else to eat.”

 

It is at that moment something comes through the pond water

and throws me ALL THE WAY to the opposite shore!

To my wonder and amazement,

it is my dear missing friend,

Kirsten the Fish!

Swimming behind Kirsten,

are three tiny baby fish in tutus!

No wonder she went missing.

She has been busy making a brand new family!

Hooray for Kirsten!!!

 

Kirsten'sTripletts

Kirsten the Fish with her Three Babies

 

 The Tutu Tree ~ can you find me?

 

Liberty

Julia Grace, Liberty’s baby sister

 

Kirsten and her three baby fish!

 

Oscar the Otter

 

Ana the Alligator

 

Oh, my. What a grand day we have.

We dance and sing all day!

I accept and am happy to be exactly who I am,

a bird named Kitty-Kitty who meows and tweets like a bird.

It is a great day.

I am free as a bird!

 

Art & Story by FawnRisingLace©2017
October 19, 2017
Le Lac du mon Père
Crystal Lake Florida USA Earth
Word Count: 959