high in the rafters
a sparrow’s beak touches
the sky of glass
she’s confused
the air is solid
below her family skips
from table to empty
table snipping crumbs
how many generations live
inside this massive dome
of a warm home well fed
no predators
she’s restless
flies to another pane and looks out
blue sky white clouds
the greenest of trees far away
she hears something
louder than the human
roar that echoes around her
out there
a whisper beckons
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