Songs Of The Hedgebird:

Before the morning symphony

when you hear sounds of tuning crickets,

of warbling wind and humming

Oh what I would give to see daylight
Oh what I would give to be free
Oh won’t you have pity on my plight
Because I am

THE BRIGHT BIRD

To watch yet not observe.

To listen but not hear.

No joy nor nerve.

No sorrow nor fear.

Take the words

A Caged Bird

I know what it feels like,
God, but I wish I didn't.
A caged bird.
Clipped wings....never to fly anywhere.
Looking

She greets me every morning
with its silvery feathers flapping,
Red bright beak glowing even during the day
my sweet little