freedom
Freedom
Dizzily happy, the two escaped canary bird,
sitting lackadaisical on an olive twig, bright
as lemons, picking insects from its branches.
enjoying the inner glow independence gives,
when a hawk swooped grabbed one of them.
The other one flew back to find the safety
of its cage, but the window was closed, if
sat on the ledge thrilling the sweetest tones
and gladdened the heart of neighbours and
killer cats alike, till the hawk returned
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