By Tikum Mbah Azonga
The swan birds have flown off
Or flown away
Which ever
In any case, they aren`t here
Their costly cage is empty
Void of its prisoners.
Are they trying to act tough?
Or are they simply getting out of harm`s way?
But how? Where is the go-getter?
Maybe they all fled out of fear
They even left behind unfinished cups of tea
And an odd pair of binoculars serving as pointers.
Copyright 2010
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