Writing Prompt -Borrowed

Yip and Woof! Happy Friday everyone! Hooray! 
My official plans for the weekend is to avoid driving as much as possible. The last weekend we all stayed home and ate cookies and played parcheese was probably before Thanksgiving! Anyway, not to say we will be doing nothing. :) The bunnies plan on taking a couple different walks, maybe some frisbee golf, and indoor games. If we get any snow we may build a snow-bunny!! 

Anyway, Today's post shall be on a writing prompt borrowed from another blog: Outside the Window...Dance. Not my usual topics, but here goes:


It was spring. The flowers were in full bloom, and the river by the cabin babbled and burbled as it swept the last of the melted snow and fallen leaves away. It was a time of new beginning, of opportunity. So close to freedom, yet so far. She sighed, and gazed out the window at the scene. She could even feel the warm breeze come through the open window and into her birdcage. She was allowed out to fly around, but her masters were always careful to close the window before letting her out. She almost preferred to be in her cage with the window open, where she could smell and feel the spring wind come into the cabin. As she peered out the window, she spotted something in the distance. It was a bird, flittering from tree to tree. It dove and swooped, sometimes flying high, then plunging down toward the ground, only to swoop to a landing. It was followed by another, then another, all brightly colored red and yellow, like herself. Seeing them dance on the wind, her heart leapt. If only she could open the door she could join them. Instead, she watched. They began moving together, diving, gliding, whizzing past each other sometimes so close she was sure they would collide into one another. Suddenly, she had a thought. Perhaps, she could use a loose twig to pry open the door. Grasping the stick tightly in her beak, she thrust it into the small opening between the cage and the door. pulling with all her might. The door moved! It began to bend inward, moving slowly. She flapped her wings, pulling harder. *snap* The twig, reaching past it's breaking point, broke in two, flinging the small cardinal into her water bowl. The door snapped shut.

She let out a chirp of indignation. This wasn't going to work. She began to work from another angle, pushing the broken twig out to attempt to open the lock from the outside. The latch lifted a little. Moving to the other side, she twisted her head to pull the latch open the rest of the way. In doing so, the twig fell from her beak and landed on the carpet. Frustrated, she looked up again out the window. The birds had gone away by that time, and dusk was beginning to fall. Resignedly, she hopped back to her perch, brushing away a tear.

Because of the warm night, the windows were left open. Toward 9pm, after the cardinal had fallen asleep, two lamp-like eyes opened by the large oak just outside the window. A small Hoot Owl belonged to those large eyes. He sat, watching the window, shaking his feathers to finish waking up. Standing up, he stretched his wings, and soared down through the open window and into the room. Lifting the latch with his sharp talons, he slid back and opened the door. A soft hoot rose the cardinal to wakefulness. As she woke, he raised his wings, and soared back to his perch on the tree.