A Priestess's Dream

A Recurring Dream

When I go to bed, I do not just sleep

I walk my dream island, but I am not its sole keep.

To the south west of the island live people native to the coast, keepers of the sea

There are also Native mountain people in northeast.

But most importantly in the valley just before the property of the beach

There's a neighborhood among small rolling hills and trees

Thats usually where it all begins.

I walk through my house, and to my room

there are cages thrown about and strewn

I dare not look in these cages.

Their occupants, small birds, have long since been doomed.

The small ones dead, but two larger birds remain

I know not their breed, or from whence they came.

All I know is, there's time to save them from needless pain.

I know I'm dreaming so to conjure is my aim.

I place their tiny cage in my hands and will with all my might

I envision a large beautiful cage the size of a large room with high ceilings and lots of natural light.

With toys, plenty of food, and plenty of room to take flight.

And safe from any hawks or unkempt cats who with to take their little lives.

But no matter what I do, their cages remain small and tight.

Perhaps nature must reign for things to be right

My frustration gets to me

I gently grab both pigeons and reluctantly set them free

They looked at me confusingly

wondering why I was putting them out in cold, why I was abandoning them, did they see it as me betraying them coldly?

I weep and weep as they sadly grace the bordering trees

Never straying far, never taking true leave.

Oh please pretty birds, fly away from me

I can't care for you, but I love you so much pretty birds please be free

"We're pets., we can't survive on our own out here" They sing sadly their chirps carried by the breeze

Oh how I wish my dreams would listen to me.

How I wish my dreams would allow me to manifest a cage befitting of my poor pet birds, scared of the hawks who are also free.

I use my magic to put up a protective barrier around my home and the trees

In hopes nothing will breech it, and kill my innocent birdies

Who deserve nothing more, than the feeling of being free

While safe from hawks, cats, and other threats capable of hurting my birdies.

Oh dreams, how I wish you would listen to me.