To Commune

With all my heart, I wish to commune with birds. Not parakeets or parrots, for it fills my heart with hurt to see them in cages. I yearn to speak with wildm birds. I want them to cock their heads and gaze at me with sudden recognition erupting from savage eyes. If I can establish with a single bird the fact of our cousinship I can go off to the fields and make friends with the grass.