The Bird Sonnet 182 There resides a bird inside my body, And has grown up eating what I eat And drinking what I drink, and daily, nightly Does do whate'er I do; from home to street Where'er I move that it with me does wander, With me it sits and stands; in full agreement With me that it resides, in pain and pleasure; In sadness it is sad, in wellness content... Yet for what stake it loves the tiny space My body affords, while it has wings to fly To the boundless sky and live with grace On all the things the eternal world does 'ply? Howe'er, a mortal, open stands the door; Know once it flies out, I will be no more. ©️ N P Samal