Out The Window

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Born in captivity
Hand-fed from birth
A man made nest
Far from the earth

Wings clipped when mature
Talons trimmed when long
When young, taught to sing
Another man made song

Space to stretch its wings
A cage of two feet
The world out the window
It craves to meet

Others pierce the air
Eat natural, different food
Struggle to survive
But express a good mood

Inspired to be the same
Jumping from its place
Flapping wings don’t help
And it lands on its face

Out the window it will stare
With a clear absence of rage
Out the window it wants
Though it’s okay in its cage



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