"I Prefer it Indoors"

I beheld an overlarge sparrow
Lounging on a chair inside today
And it seemed to me so great a sorrow
That I cried myself assleep to stay

To prefer the air conditioned climate
Like all our fellow man
To never see the sun but hide it
Makes me suffer like nothing else can

And the little bird just looked at me
As if to say, "Don't Tell"
You see, inside played a symphony
That she likes just as well

"The sun I miss, I will agree"
The sparrow seemed to say
"But the rain and cold were miserly,
I did not wish to stay."

So enclosed in concrete my little friend
Seems to find contentment
Enduring climate control without end
She bears no resentment.

Copyright 2007 by Danielle Westman. All Rights Reserved.