I rattled the birdcage,
the empty thing sounding, the ripples filling the air;

I was taken by it's sensitivity,
the echo and lingering of my touch.

My body drifted it seemed,
into lands untouched,
the untamed oxygen filling my lungs.

I was home.

New bones leaped out of my skin
and I was fast and unfeeling in my feet;

I carried the lungs of a lion-
To breathe in all my eyes took in;
and my strands were the blades that caressed the soil underneath my hooves.



I lived for moments long and vivid,
and took them with me the second I woke.

Now I live forever in lands I call my home.