The Sparrow. part three.

Surrounded in the same field by vultures and hawks and peacocks and doves, how could the sparrow soar to the heights he would wish? The owl wished it too. The only way, the sparrow judged, was to move out of view and thus, miss seeing the owl's kind face and also hear the voice of one so kind, so wise, so just, a choice without a choice. The choice the sparrow'd made led him to another world, on first sight attractive 'til it's depth unfurled. The odd vulture lurked up there too and, thankfully, the odd dove, where politics were rampant but interspersed with love. There was some honesty but not from hierarchy. The sparrow didn't belong to this well defined throng. His best efforts went unnoticed, Except by the honest few, he began to wonder why he had moved out of view. What would the owl think now, when she'd put such faith in him? Her faith would surely be wearing pretty thin. continued....