Oh, how confused you must be

to find yourself in some strange,

confined space. Scared and in pain.

How I wish I could fix up your

broken little body and send you home

where your family is. Where you belong.

How fast you must have been flying

to hurt yourself so badly

against the glass looking into the kitchen.

Your cries pierce through the air and

echo through the trees. I hear them calling back.

I know you can hear them, too.

I wonder what you could have possibly

wanted from inside of my house,

for you had all the freedom that you wanted.

But now, you are confined to this small,

beaten-up brown cardboard box.

I’m afraid you always will be.