Freedom of the Bird

By Cal Barrett

Freedom of the Bird

How does it feel to be so free?

What is it like to fly?

However, you can be clumsy.

You've crashed into my house.

The siding made your wings dusty.

You always sing to me

Whether it be a good or bad day.

Your tone always brings happiness and glee.

What more can I say?


Oh but one more thing.

You fly, fall, and sing.

How do you get so much freedom?