Bird’s Eye View
You crane your necks and stand and gawk
as you stroll past on your morning walk.
What do you look at, what do you see
as you strain to get a look at me?
Do you fear my beak and dread my claws?
Have you ever wondered as you pause,
what I might do without these bars
that stripe my view of sun, moon, stars?
Might I fly at you and score
an easy target before I soar
over this cage, rooftops and trees––
once more a part of a gusting breeze?
I am a prisoner, yet dreams go far
beyond each lock and screen and bar.
The wildness that you think you see
cannot be purchased for a fee.
If you cast a curious eye
but do not see me soar and fly,
You view the least that I can be,
but not my spirit. My spirit’s free.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Poor creature to be caged, thus … Cheers Jamie.
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Yes, I always think it must be worst for the birds.
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Absolutely … they are born to fly through the air. Not sit in a cage. Cheers Jamie. Like hirundinae.
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That couldn’t be said in a more beautiful way. It’s terrible to see birds in cages.
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As sorry as I feel for all caged creatures, I think I feel WORST for caged birds of prey. My heart breaks for them.
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Don’t you just know they are dying to spread their wings?
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Very sorry to see them caged and not letting them fly high to do what they are born for. Well put
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