The Window Pane

 So there is this sealed glass window, 

and there was a parrot, 

knocking his little red beak, 

against the window pane, 

frantically, 

flapping his wings, 

with all his/her? might! 

Painfully, desperately. 

The window pane, 

blue and bright, 

like the sky, 

only made of toughened glass! 

And I asked my son, 

four, 

'what's the parrot doing?'

And he says, 

'Mommy, the Parrot thinks it's the sky'. 

And suddenly it starts making sense, 

much of what I've been doing, 

most of my life!