To the death of a bird
 

Trapped in this cage
Of four walls and a screen
And a job, and easy food;
Where all my life is supposed to pass

-nothing but escaping could fill
this loss,
this void I feel
deep in the chest.
escape forever to something better than this,
something truer,
purer
so I could think
so I could feel
so I could live
again.

Trapped in a cage
I may not fly
but I can sing my loss

'till I get her back.

:'(

I just lost my bird a few weeks ago, too. I miss her so much. She flew out on one of the coldest nights of November, and I'm sure she froze to death within minutes (she plucks her feathers :().

But the way I see it, somewhere in the vast plain of existence, a new Mountain Banshee egg was just laid. And there she will wait, until we can meet again.