Oh, feathered bird

June 21, 2011
You sit in the pen all day long.
Watching thy distant relatives fly high in the sky.
Watching, unable to mimic.
Feeding on endless pelleted mash and vegetable trimmings,
Preparing for the winter.
Oh, feathered bird,
It will not come,
not for you.





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