The flight which you suspend haunts your quivering fur, <br />Echo of wings by some caprice strayed from the sky. <br />As you feel you could not follow the flight you spy, <br />Your buried bound is dream, expectation, anger. <br />Block similar to rest, rock wherein hides the claw <br />And that mirrors the bird through a golden window, <br />Stubborn death on the watch that is your death's fellow. <br />A spring will suddenly dash the hook on the flight. <br /> <br />Wedding, where love was crowned by a subtle lover. <br />It's in vain that the bird strives the day to regain. <br />A paw of lead caresses it and will retain <br />In its wing such a keen and tenacious pleasure <br />That its soaring, crushed, ends in a grave of feather.<br /><br />Michel Galiana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-and-bird/
