Your early morning, may-awe, may-awe loud, yet sweet enough, to awaken, lead me search, Your whereabouts... Ah!

! There You are! on that house-raising site, with the Hen, watching You in awe, for nearness, from a distance... O! Majestic bird I love to see your grace! I love to see your pride! I love to see those wonderful colors! I love to see you FREE! It pains to see the born free in captivity with; no choices, wet eyes, lost voice, no senses, no flight, in those small, stinking cages, for us insensible humans to see, play and tease... How I wish I could set open gates; of all menageries the World over, for all those naturally free, to live a life, filled with free flights, food of choice, home to love, and companions to sing, the freedom song.
AniruddhaSastikar