How Some Guys Can Actually Cage a Bird, I'll Never Know - Both Audio and Text

Seeing for the first time - as I lifted off the tarp - Dangling from the apex of its shiny silver harp, What Sarah Jane, my five year old, surmised to be a cage, She stunned me with a question I’d have thought beyond her age. “Why’s that birdie in there?” she inquired. “Can’t he fly?” Honestly, I couldn’t think of one good reason why Something born with wings should spend its life confined like that. So - reaching in - I gently coaxed the bird from where it sat, Lifted him above my head…then tossed him into flight! Everything about what I had done felt good -- and right. Asssuming, by his instincts, he’d undoubtedly survive - And positive the only way a bird can feel “alive” Is if it’s free…I’m telling you…I’m glad for what I did! And only felt more certain for this comment from my kid… “I hope they never catch him, Dad. I’m glad you let him go, And how some guys can actually cage a bird....I’ll never know!” PS: I've got 4 new CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied poems), listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - should those of you who travel care to be so entertained. (We use PayPal) Cheers, Mark