Scared off by beauty,
And petrified by the unknown it promised forth,
And absence of bars,
And what is beyond the wall,
It was easier for you to cower, and remain
In the rut, your own,
For you even the cage seemed beautiful
Somehow very beautiful
And like a chicken
Strutting aimlessly through the village,
Yester night
You came back
To your coop.
At daybreak,
Squinting
From its dunghill
And you from your cage,
Both, the chicken and you were watching
Birds circling up in the sky,
And you felt a twinge of jealousy
Because you have forgone the flight
Somehow a very sharp twinge