To Be the Bird

Text: To be the bird,as the earth quakeswould be a silent joy. We shriek as our perchesshiver. It is only a distraction.I will find calm ground later. For now,my only inconvenienceis the freedom I possess. Strange bipedallatch to their dirt,grass,asphaltand rock. They know only a facadethinking their freedom extendsthe most. There is more to lifethan