Soaring through a field and embracing the wind,
Soaring high and feeling higher.
Eating bugs and seeds naturally, as it should be.
A boy swooped a cobweb net upon my soft-feathered body.
I try to free myself from the nylon cobwebs,
I only become more entangled then before.
I now spend my days, locked in a plastic castle,
No room to fly .
No room to live.
I now eat only, what a monstrous hand
tosses me,
No nutrients I get.
No freedom I have