picture window
what shall I see tonight
that the blind cannot
wind chimes
dying to be heard
behind double panes
birds wintering
outside my window
do not cry
and though their song
is uniquely sad
they neither beg nor steal
I’m a pretend prisoner
inside this castle
free to roam
inside these storied walls
unable to feed the birds
november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
We do not have the freedom that the creatures of nature have. nicely written
This is true, thank you for commenting on this one, Padmini.