Bars

I imagine
a bird

flying as high as
it's hand-sized, ether-colored
wings allow,

it's feckless, half a pound body
owning the sky,
with a lilting throat that makes
it way more surreal
to wake up through the dawn.

I imagine it rest
on a brown, crisp leaf,
look around,
then fly high up again.

My cage looks more narrow now.