Happy Finches

w c

Happy Finches

 

There are some finches trapped in a cage

And I don’t know why they sing

And play and whistle all around

In a space so limiting

 

They are loved by everyone

And brighten up their days

With florescent lighting as their sun

Still they sing and play

 

Back and forth back and forth

They fly they perch they fly

There is a sure happiness

Though the ceiling is their sky

 

When they go to heaven

We know God will make them great

Reflecting on all the many times

They sang while in a cage

 

St. Michael himself knows all the birds

And their history of confining spaces

And He especially proclaims

Them angels at St. Peter’s station

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2017 01:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write wc.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your input.

    • Adadsy

      Wow.

      • w c

        Thanks for your support, Adadsy!

        • Adadsy

          No problem! You’ve captured the illusion of freedom perfectly. Inspired



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