my tiny fledgling
is slowly spreading her wings
her tiny wings are ready to fly
to search the blue sky.
The blue sky beckons her
The cage is choking her
She wants to run wild now
To taste the sweet freedom now.
Her hours of freedom
Are counting more and more
Seldom is the scene
When she crosses cage’s door.
Soon she will fly away
Build her nest in wild
Leave the empty cage
Silent, bleak, missing her.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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