Look at that Sparrow on the wing,
Soaring up into the blue, blue sky
My eyes can scarcely take it in
How far it's possible to fly.
I sit here safely on my perch
The bars my sure security
I do not need to go and search
My needs supplied by captivity.
I'll stay and watch, I'll share the thrill
But take no risk beyond the cage
Then later I will eat my fill
Of seeds, and my soul's bitter rage.
Sandra Patterson 25/10/06
