A faint sound drew me to the edge of the path. An owl fluttered desperately against the fence, its wing caught and twisted on the spines of wire. “Poor thing,” I whispered, and gently moved towards it, pinioning its free wing with one hand while I worked to loose the other. The owl looked at me, its round eyes unreadable. Once freed, it perched on my hand for a moment, its talons fierce and sharp so I cried with pain. Hesitantly, it lifted itself skywards, wings moving unevenly until it found balance and rhythm and soared.
I am that owl, but who will free me?
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