Bird in a Cage
How much I feel for the poor things
Unable to fly or spread their wings,
Each day with the same view
Sad and lonely nothing to do.
To the bird the world is that room
Confined to the cage, that’s his tomb.
For life without freedom is nothing at all
No matter whether you’re big or small.
Longing to fly on the breeze
Soaring high over the trees
Seeing new places every day
Flying and twirling in glorious play.
Never knowing freedom of the bird that fly’s
Sitting on his perch ‘till he dies.
How can a bird that’s born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing, like a stuffed toy.
© Hazel 2012
M.C. Newberry
Sat 12th May 2012 19:13
My sister has an African Grey parrot - which
is lord of all it surveys from its spacious cage facing out of the window on to the street
a few yards away. Occasionally, she takes him into the garden and gives him a shower and he
seems more than happy to find his way back into
his cage home without any encouragement. These
birds - they walk around in the wild - seem
strangely content and reassured by their defined home surroundings altho' I am not in
favour of other breeds being caged. In other
days and in other countries still, you could/can buy a caged bird for the pleasure of letting it fly free. A worse side to caged
birds is the Italian shooting season when the
latins shoot at just about everything that is
flying/migrating overhead.