I'm discovering in myself an ever-increasing,
steadfast love for one object in part
namely....the birdcage
finding the true source of this fancy
will perhaps never make in itself an explicit illumination
and may somehow always remain an enigma
to my ever-fleeting mind
I know for one that I do not like birds in cages
merely the artistic possibilities
within the object itself
I conclude that I must further explore
the qualities of this wondrous thing
and include it in a moment of shinning life
where something special emerges
out of the depths of steadfast love
