The short cut across the fields leads me to the cottage of my life.

A journey made fast by a bull leading an angry herd of cattle,

trying to trample out my voice and potential in this world,

but I make it over the fence and smile happily at them, spared from death.

Regaling the story of my life protected, my parents think I am making it up.

 

“Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest.”

Psalms 84