I saw it in your eyes
You envy me
You have dreams to fly like me
Amidst mountains and valleys and cross oceans.
I don’t like the way you eat
What do I eat ?
I live on whatever little you drop here and there
Small things suffice
Since I have a small appetite and shorter life.
I am a quail
Every branch is my home
But I am scared of humans
I scuffle when I see them
I don’t trust them
I know a man who ate my eggs
I had five, he cooked three in his kitchen
I sat on his balcony for a week
He recorded me on his cell phone
He thought I came every day to sing for him.
But I was crying and asking him where are my kids
I still cry for them.
I derive my pleasure from my own music
Sometimes I sing for the world
Most often for myself alone
I have a short life
But my flights and songs are strong.
I seldom fight the wind
I like the way she swoops me with her
My life is short and I want to see it all
I see the world from a different height
World is huge , I often spot the horizon
But you are petit in every which way
From where I see you
I don’t trust you
I have seen many like me , caged.
#NaPoWrimo2020#Day1
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