My day begins with blinding flashlights,
And people getting dangerously close
Scaring me and assaulting my space.
I ignore them as I chew on my eatables
Looking for companions in the narrow enclosure
I flinch at the furious wind and insensitive visitors
And cry sharply, flying around my small shelter.
I am admired and offered the tastiest of delicacies
However, I long for freedom
As I am just a caged bird.