A tall forest tree is a cockatoo's home
So why must I stay in this cage all alone?
I'm bored, sad and lonely with nothing to do,
Each day is the same with the very same view.
I watch the birds soaring high over the trees
And I long to fly with them aloft on the breeze,
Seeing new places each wondrous new day,
Swirling and twirling in glorious play.
Just one week ago a stranger passed by,
She saw me and knew that a bird longs to fly.
She asked if you'd think about setting me free.
You said, 'This bird's special', and wouldn't agree.
Well if I am special please think how I feel.
I'm not a stuffed toy, I'm alive and I'm real.
I'm not made of stone, I have feeling's like you.
Life's not just for human's this world is mine too.
So now I am hoping and praying you'll see
That to love a thing truly you must set it free,
For it matters not whether you're big or you're small,
A life without freedom is no life at all.
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There are an estimated 1.3 million birds in captivity in Victoria, Australia alone
At last a happy ending for the bird in my poem. (above)
It's almost 5 years since I approached her owner and asked if she'd consider rehabilitating her to the wild. After two years the cocky was put into a larger cage. Recently she was put into an even larger one in the back garden and dozens of wild cockatoos often visited her. This week my son noticed that the the front of her enclosure had been removed and that the bird was no longer there. I was overjoyed to learn from a little girl up the road that the cocky has finally been allowed to fly free with the flock.