Like a bird

“Small and frail – a bird it is
Sitting in it’s cage
The cage is golden and made of bricks
It has a door, that opens and closes…
The bird is loved and well fed
The bird can fly as far as it wishes
And it has tasted many dishes
Some were nice most where bad
So it mainly likes to stay in it’s bed
The door is always open, the bird can fly
but the bird is safe – it likes to stay
It likes the golden cage, it likes it’s food…
It likes to view the world go past and wonder where to fly to next
But it stays, it sits – after all; it is loved.“

– Feb.2023, AAJ