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.    .    .    (old one from 1976)


I thought it safe inside my cage,

but could I learn to fly?

Such warmth between those steel walls,

but would my spirit die?


So when I found the gate was raised

a trifle bit too high

I closed my eyes and held my breath

and jumped into the sky.


In fear I fell, a feathered stone,

my throat choked out a cry,

Is this the end? Was I a fool

to kiss my cage goodbye?


All I did was flounder more

as night was drawing nigh.

It seemed the worst was happening

and none could tell me why.


Then something warm stirred at my sides,

my wings were going to try!

The dawn broke only just in time

to blow my feathers dry.


At last I could fly sure and straight

with clarity of eye.

Free and strong, I knew now

that my cage had been a lie.


©  1976, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright 

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