I visit a forest full of birds..
And lovingly seek to garnish each with my attention
They croon and they pout
And then they fly..in unison abandon of freedom-
The bird in my cage smiles when I ask it too
Crackles at my voice
And loves me at my bidding
And yet the blue skies they beckon me
To far off lands of fantasy & birds of wanton abandon....
© 2012 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
( Image Courtesy Google)