This place is black, like the dead of night.

A sliver of light, a crack of the shimmery moon, 

dancing on the barren floors of my prison. 

It's too quiet here. 

But where is it?

Muffled sounds taunt and roar. Am I imagining?

The sounds get heavier, closer. My heartbeat quickens.

The footsteps of my predator get louder. I long for freedom.

I flap my wings as the dark shadows begin to judder.

An earthquake has taken over my abyss. 

The ground shifts, and I hit the wall in distress.

I crouch in the corner, beginning to accept my fate.

And then the shaking stops.

It's quiet again.

Silence.

.

.

.

Then suddenly, the night opens up to reveal a bright blue sky,

speckled with clouds. I pause, confused.

The monster moves out of sight. I break from my prison.

Flying swiftly into the trees welcoming canopy,

leaving nothing but a single feather in my place.