Free Birds

Alone in my room set,

Cherishing a portrait,

White-grey birds were they

Ample in numbers.

Quietly they set,

I wonder about their mood,

Gloomy? Angry? Joyful?

Frustrated were they I assumed

Caught in frame of a picture,

Still and tired.

I took out the photo

And let them fly,

Frozen smiles revived.

Wings fluttered

Necks turned.

From window they flew

With a thank you note,

But I could not say “welcome”.