The Phenomenology Of The Sparrow Poem by RIC BASTASA

you have seen a sparrow
on a twig
pulling with its beak
a ripe guava

you have seen how it flies away
after a very short fill

do you feel the freedom of its wings?
do you hear the wind beneath its feathers?

do you wish to capture it on a trap
using a latex sap?
do you wish to catch it with your hands
and feel its softness with your fingers?

when you put it in a cage
is it beautiful
to see it sad and
be not able to fly and to sing
on a beautiful morning?

or is it more beautiful flying with the wind
singing freely its own songs of freedom
rather than be silent
and sad in your very own hands?

have you ever felt
once in your life
that you are a sparrow
too tiny
too soft
too innocent
for another
creature's
cruelty and cunning?