As the home for a feathery friend my life is quite dependent on being inhabited. Everyone goes through their life with a burning curiosity to know of their sole purpose. I was fortunate to know of mine since creation. My only purpose for existing is to make an incasing for someone's beloved bird. I come to adore my inhabitants after spending so much time with them seeing as I exist solely for them. I feel meaningless whilst lingering around, containing no animal. The passing of my most recent inhabitant, like many, was excruciatingly painful. I ache with the fear of never inhabiting another…. I cower at my own dependency on a single creature. Sometimes one would consider a birdcage insignificant, understandably, but my occupation seems significant as any mans. My occupation is depended on by owner of birds, by every bird itself. My incasing is the only incasing sufficient for birds specifically. Birds come and go through me but I can't help but to remember every lost life as a tragedy. It kills me to have to be used throughout an entire life span, quite ironically. Fortunate as I am to have lived so long, why can't I pass on like every creature who I've come know and love and see pass.