The sense of clinging to the wire mesh
eloquent bird sad, resignation in its aviary
of despair, blue sky above, but no exit
days are numbered with the whistling
in the dawn, my only consolation, hanging
here, refusing to play, by the rules, beaten
by my own craft, hold on a little longer
maybe somebody will hear my song.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
January 24, 2010
Palmares, Costa Rica