In Memory of Sarah

A bird died today.
Is that a
bad sign?
It wasn't
old age.
Not sickness
or predators.
She died because
she wanted
her freedom.
She climbed and
looked and
discovered her
route and
when the time came
she tried.
But her cage
was treacherous
and sharp
and too quick
for a little bird.
The door came down
as she backed out of it.
And now her head
is in the corner
all alone.
Unfortunate.
But there are worse fates.
One could stay in
their cage
all their lives.
One could
never give it
a go.
One could die of
old age.
Or sickness.
Or predators.
To die for
a chance at
your heart's
desire.
Not so very
unfortunate.