Birds, cannot fly

Though hard as they may try

They cannot swim, what are they for?

Not to feed upon the ocean shore

For them, all they want is more

Wired cage, no roof we need, atleast we thought

For a chicken’s eyes have a curious gleam

To glide is not to soar, as to jump is not to fly

But to walk as is to climb

Is what we see clearly in their shining eyes