I'm flying in the sky

spreading my wings, with my peak

but still don't know— where

I'm going, but who cares? 

Humans are fools, they think

they've everything, mayhap 

still they desired the unwanted,

unheard things, led em in an aeroplane

what they don't have? perhaps 

a little peace, a calming nerve

and a fresh breath in nostril 

I don't care— maybe because I'm free. 

free to go anywhere, free to make

foods, I make my own shelter

sometimes in the branches, 

sometimes in the pipe-hole.
 

but I'm still happy, maybe because 

I ain't caged with shackles, 

few folks are straining— but they 

hold the chance of flight, once in a while. 

foolish Homo sapiens couldn't— 

afford that, binding with services

luxury, lavish bring comfort but 

inner peace is always in nature. 

I'd lost my few friends in that era, where

they choose chaos— the firecrackers 

for mere pleasure, but they forgot

the frequency level— gets intolerant for small creatures. 

many lost their lives, many lost their hearing

they think — we're their inheritance 

but they forgot the rule of nature. 

my place is in the vast sky—

And I'm born to fly.

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