Could I Ever Be Free
I was in my greenhouse,
Sad and alone.
When I noticed an invasion
of one small sparrow that intruded my domain.
It hit the shaded glass panes,
attempting to escape or at least
trying to find a resting place.
Oh, foolish bird, why did you enter
such a prison that could mean death?
It chirped, a cry for help.
It flew like a crazy thing, hitting poles and panes.
So I opened a ventilator
hoping it would not spoil the humidity
that was required in my greenhouse.
Would you believe it? The sparrow
simply refused the opening
preferring to rest upon an empty shelf.
So patiently I opened the door and finally
out it flew, straight among the branches
of an old oak tree. Liberty achieved.
I closed all openings and wondered
if I could ever be as free.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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