I am a roamer, hoping from tree to tree, <br />Morning to evening, with friends, all glea; <br />Fruits and nuts at our beaktip, no need to plea, <br />Rivers and lanes all below, no worries, care free. <br /> <br />I can see men jostling in the streets, buzzling. <br />Rain or shine, they all, but time not stilling, <br />Scheming for 'morrow, buying and selling, <br />Grains, greens, meat, sweets and many hankering. <br /> <br />I can see at this height, a corner, cages with my specie full, <br />I can feel their agony and their yell <br />For freedom to fly high from the cell <br />Unknowing, they are only a good, up for a sell. <br /> <br />The two legged specie spares none. <br />Fish deep in the sea or birds high in the sky <br />Flowers on the lane and any fruit they hand upon, <br />All for them and we beggers at their mercy, high. <br /> <br />Some of them feed us and decorate the cages, <br />They do trifle things to amuse their childrens, <br />Bigger birds, they love, but still, kill and eat <br />But if they presume, threat any, they mull to cull.<br /><br />Narayanan Ramakrishnan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-s-eye-and-heart-view/
