Caged birds I carry around,
burdens from childhood.
Fierce eagles, slender egrets, exotic motmots,
imagined to life.
Slender bodies, brilliant feathers, piercing talons,
the weight of their splendid lives.
To soar on the power of their feathered wings,
to escape these rattling cages.
Better to open the door,
for peace at long last.
Would the silence fill my days,
reminding me that I,
once dreamed of beautiful creatures?