The Waiting Bird

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a bird. 
It wasn't particularly beautiful or bright, but it yearned to fly. There (inside it's cage) it felt obsolete, meaningless to everything and everyone. Like a stone: trapped in place, grey and invisible, awaiting for the erosion time would, undoubtedly, bring.
Once upon a time, there was a bird with faded-away colors painting its wings. It looked upon the sky and yearned  to join the happy moon in the sky, to feel the howl of the lonely wolf in its feathers and join in the full-moon race.

Once upon a time, there was a bird with, strange, bright eyes. It watched the moonhunt in the forest below and felt sad and trapped.
Once upon a time, there was a bird. It watched and watched and watched; It waited and waited and waited; and there it was, stuck in its cage, waiting; for the wolf cursed with humanity, for the man with a never-ending thirst, for the hybrid, for the Knight, for the warrior, for the lost, for the enemy, for the friend, for the enemy, for the beauty, for the beast, for anyone and everyone!
Once upon a time, there was a bird and it waited and waited and waited, until one day, it waited no more...