He flies free on bold green wings, the sky above and the earth below. He soars towards warmth on a cooler breeze, chasing freedom with his peach-covered face. He surges forth towards the sun, the world before him, nothing behind him, and then blinks awake in his cold, impenetrable cage.
B.M.A. Rook just wants this year to end without any more sorrow.
Heart wrenching! Beautifully done.