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Sky Inside The Forests

For freedom 
this is your sky, Ducky. 

I point at your chest.

Same goes for you,
You say.

But I have only cages 
and I forget to clean their pits.

Sometimes I lift those and unlatch.
Nothing flies out.

An incessant chirping 
lights up a forest of days and nights 
that didn't happen.

        Ksuhal Poddar