wild bird in captivity feels
a certain anxiety when
all he wants is to be free
the way all birds were born to be
as he looks up to the sky he
can't help but fantasize that
maybe in his next born life
he'll have not only wings but flight
... and not feel the expectation
to subdue his aviation
his feathers in the wind
to end is to begin again
among the most amazing things
how quickly life can change
took a buckshot to the wing
and now he'll never soar again
other ravens come to him
he wishes he could leave with them
his broken heart is in distress
no lullaby can help him rest
but now the time's approaching
to leave behind his poaching
return to earth and then he
will be reborn again... repeat
