He sits, enclosed with perch and swing,
Hopping, jumping, from thing to thing.
Chirping, happily, his freedom songs,
Whistling right and left, his rights and wrongs.
So unaware of his pinned down wings, and fear,
Screeching bravely, he does appear,
Within ruffled feathers, very sure,
That he could fly, beyond the cages locked door.
©Sudha Hamilton
