#captitivity

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  • kay_asmund 90w

    The Sparrow and The Macaw

    A sparrow, small and dour,
    Slipped through the bars of the aviary
    To gorge on seed and scatter fruit.

    'What are you doing here?'
    A voice sneered
    And in a bluster of wings
    A great hooked beak appeared.
    The sparrow fled to a safe distance
    To watch the macaw strut
    And eye her with distrust.

    'There's food here,' she called back,
    'More than enough
    To take my small fill
    Without affecting you much'.

    'Small or not, it's not for you'
    Hissed the parrot,
    Spreading wings of princely blue.
    'Are there sunflower seeds and banana chips in your wilderness?
    No? I thought not.
    And so you do not belong in my cage.
    You are wild because you cannot beguile
    The human folk as I can.
    What man would put you in an aviary
    To look at and treasure? None.
    And so you are destined to remain
    In that diseased state
    Of perpetual flight.'

    The sparrow had heard quite enough.
    And so, without waiting to bid him 'adieu',
    She flew out and into the endless blue.

    (Based on PΔR Suede's prompt on Poetizer)
    ©kay_asmund