of flapping and wild cat yowls
as the bird found itself
separated
from the world
by glass~
The bird, searching for freedom,
beat itself against the invisible barrier,
over and over
caught in curtains, lost
frantic
for release.
The cats waited below
as I tried to catch the bird.
He wanted no help, only freedom.
The mail slot offered a small cave of possibility
and the black panting creature
finally hid himself
in its
hollowness~
I went outside and opened the small golden hinged door~
then the bird looked out with open beak,
hungry now for open sky
as never before.
Freedom gave its instructions
as the bird crouched into perfect shape
and emerged through the mail slot
without injury
Without delay
Starling found freedom.
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