He leaned back and sighed in contentment.
It was never a simple thing, to find comfort.
He sighed again. Just for the pleasure of it.
A bird chirped over his head, and he lifted his chin to greet it.
“You got it, Feathered Friend,” he smiled.
Birds understood the impossibility of confinement. How one needed room. To fly. To move. To preen. To be. To keep balance.
It was not a simple thing, to find space for one’s wingspan.
Especially not for his.
“Daddy Long Legs,” people had called him, and not with kindness. “Spindly Spider Man.”
He couldn’t help his lanky limbs, how his pituitary did something that made his long bones longer and lacked a way to let them know he was past growing age.
How long? He didn’t know.
Limbo sighed, stretched his legs, and rested his feet on the stump.
One day at a time.
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Awww, Sweet Limbo. Just trying to be himself. People are always so quick to judge, aren’t they? Glad he has a friend in the bird.
Lovely take, Miss Fabulous Imagination!
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Yep, he just trying to be himself. Not hurting anyone, and perhaps helpful in the cereal aisle besides!
Here’s to wingspan and having the space we need to be ourselves!
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Na’ama
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Right! We need those who can reach for the stars…
Here’s to having and enjoying our space!
Dale
xoxo
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Ha! Reach for the stars he sure can! 🙂 LOVE THIS!
Amen to taking space and enjoying our space.
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So glad!
Amen!!
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🙂
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That satisfies on so many levels. I was thinking covid restrictions. But some people were restricted before then. Love that you’ve gone with the growth problem.
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Ah, yeah, there are those who’ve been ‘isolated’ and restricted in one way or the other, well before pandemic restrictions … Glad you liked this angle!
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This is true (as I was due to illness until 6 yrs ago)
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I hear ya … 😦
Na’ama
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