The Parrot
In its eye the white freedom of heaven,
violet horizon a line in opposition
to the black bars of a cage.
The head able to hold just one thought,
memory of the lightness of feathers
adrift on a breath of wind.
posted by burning moon at 11:06 AM
4 Comments:
Yes, well writ, I have always hated caged birds, it seems to be the most unnatural fate mankind could have thought up for such a beautiful creature.
yeah, that's what I think too. How cruel. Putting a bird in a cage must suck all the joy out of its life. How selfish to do that.
why don't you put the picture up with the poem if you want.
d.
thanks Didi
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