Birds

Oh, how I wish to be a bird in flight

Trapped within a feathered shell, yet struggling with all my might

Struggling for a noble cause -

To escape cold winters with the flock

Is it noble? To fly away

And leave cold winters for a warmer day

My dear, birds are not noble beings

They screech and squawk, muttering without meaning

Staring with their beady eyes

Yet you say they’re noble because they fly

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