Lifting off into the blue sky above, watching as clouds
flow by, nothing alighting in any of them.
Peering out of trees and in between leaves, little beaks,
birds taking in what's going on below them.
Wondering, curious about the strange world of humanity
that insists on feeding them and trying to cage them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Literally and figuratively a birds-eye view. The caged bird fallen from such heights.