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Sep 2013
That night she dreamed of a freedom blue and sweet
God blessed her she got it, escaped through a slit.
She’s gone, she’s gone, she has gone into the blue
For what lies beyond her cage, she really has no clue.
The prowling preying perils, she has no idea about
Can chase her, erase her, monsters strong and stout.

She’s gone, she’s gone, she has vanished into the blue
For what lies beyond her cage, she really has no clue.
In the mad rush of wind, in her mad flap of wings
She never knows, did never know, all the coming things.
In the hunting eyes of hawk, trailing her in the sun
She’ll soon learn freedom, is not an unmixed fun.

She’s gone, she has flown, vanished into the blue
If only had she known, if only she had a clue.
The dream run will soon end, when comes the night
Her weary wings will rue, she took this fancy flight.
Her eyes will gather a mist, for the ones she left behind
Though she dreamed it, and longed it, the freedom in her mind.
One of my 4 budgies flew away this morn.
Budgies are not known to survive in the wild out of their habitat (Australia).
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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