This is what I wrote about the black and white photograph with the kid sleeping by the bird in the cage:
I love birds. I could watch them all day but they fly away. Mom gave me a bird of my own. He is in a cage and can’t fly away.
I love this bird but I think he is sad that he an’t fly beyond the cage. I like to get really close to the cage and watch him. I like being close to him. I don’t like that he is sad.
How can I be happy to see him when he is sad to be in his cage? When I look out my window I feel like I am in a cage too. Sad me with a sad bird. Too tired….yawn…huh….