Blessed be the birds
Stirred to consciousness by the sun off the window glitters
and in my ear a crescendo of bird twitters
their song is soulful and haunting
and see them in flight
the comparison tween our freedoms is daunting
flapping their wings with all their might
they swoop, hover and soreand in my minds eye I can do no more
than imagine the freedom to flyto so easily escaped ones cares
tis a liberty exclusively theirs
but jealousy is a curse
and I could do much worse
so admiration from a distance
is the bane of my earth bound existence
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