Their feathers are puffed out to insulate
Their faces brightly examining the view from their perch.
The stiff bush, growing in every direction, makes for a sturdy resting spot
The branches can be scraped for snacks
And tiny mounds of snow are refreshing to peck at.
They are companions.
Though the world be open wide they seem to appreciate the company close-by
They lounge and itch beneath their wings, and look around for perspective
The cold white crystal glows in the light, as though rare gems lay exposed in the place of lawn.
They await the need to move without intention.
Though, HERE IT IS!
Behind the bush, the steps to the home echo with action as a neighbour climbs to leave a little note in the box.
Such abrupt banging makes birds leap into higher air, away from danger or dispair!
But one little bird tucks their head and keeps a careful eye, to bravely consider that it might not be an enemy nearby.
She twitches her head with curiosity and furrows her feathers,
But she is calm as the neighbour moves on.
As her reward, she stretches her neck and itches the tense tingles beneath the fluff.
Happy survivors tweet with relief and join young valour on her branch.
They twist and itch and delight.
Unaware of the woman who sits behind a window in that home
Witness to fitness of freedom
As she writes in a trap of the future.
By: Sarah C Louise