A Passed Down Thing

Poem By Francis Duggan

The bird born and raised in an enclosure if you set it free
It well may return to it's cage or aviary
For outside of it's enclosure no welcome for it anywhere
Even it's own kind may reject it in the big World out there
And it is a known fact and facts never lie
If others birds would not kill it of hunger it may die
Since it may not be able to find enough of food to keep itself alive
Without food being provided for it then it may not survive,
To learn of it then I was not surprised
That birds and animals like people become institutionalized
Though the bird in a cage like it's wild kin bird the same song does sing
Survival in the wild state is a passed down thing
The parents of the wild born they teach their young brood
The skills of survival and on how to find food.

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