Was searching with my beak a long while <br />for an aperture in the fence to come through <br />but there wasn’t any <br /> <br /> <br />so I crept into the bird house <br />and stayed there for many years <br /> <br /> <br />thereafter I came out again <br />and circulate now in peaceful disquiet <br />high above the cold lake of dreams <br /> <br /> <br />yelling gulls are keeping me company<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/biography-5/
