In a bad season
yearn seasonal migration
to habitat
in better condition.
But looking cost of air fare
and rent of the cage there,
dropp idea of passage;
going there, can't dare
Crave, I had the wings!
Not needed aeroplanes
not polluted bird's terrains
noise and air;
Could meet them there;
If, I had the wings!
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