What was that?
Cricket? A chirp?
Inside, desperate
Tiny bird
Flies frantic at the window
Strikes it again and again

“This must be out, I must be out
the green leaves
the blue sky
can’t get out
this hard thing
won’t let me out
let me out, let me out!”

Open the sliding window
Yet he doesn’t understand
Leg caught between panes
Pinned down, he stops moving 
Seeing the need
Pull the pane down

Invisible wall finally opens
Tiny live thing
Lets go, flies free