A Bird's Freedom

Which one of us is truly free, the bird seems to say to me? In the quiet of the early dawn he visits me thru pane glass. He peaks in with the glorious rays of the sun"s energy to see me just waking. When I notice and turn my head to acknowledge him, off he goes into the sky. Who really is free? I exist in my wooden, brick or concrete home protected by doors and locks but also alienated from nature. I travel by car, bus, truck or train in doors with closed windows and locks to equally locked, closed buildings He, on the other hand flies thru open air from one branch on one tree to another. Or walks in living grass to his destination. But he sprouts his wings and soars to show me how to be more free inside my limitations.