The bird cage

A tiny fragile feathered thing
Came one day
to my  window sill
and marked its place..

I got it a cage,
for that's how it's done,
wonderstuck
I watch the exotic creature
all my waking hours
Observing, studying, memorising
Its  mesmerising
delicately structured strutter,
and the soul stirring flutter
of its multicoloured wings
while it aimlessly twittered
though the steel bars
those strange undeciferable
Intoxicatingly
melodious sounds
In a foreign language...
addictive, loving, giving!

I feed it choicest grains,
I feel so loving, giving too ....

Yet I fear for the day
When it may  fly away
from its adopted place
as suddenly as
it had come
And perched itself
That day
on my hearth...
and perhaos soar
into the mighty skies,
Its real  home.
Or maybe to
just seek  another window sill
And maybe Ill  look
for another bird to love,
And give and take love......
The cycle of life  always goes on.