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The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. -Maya Angelou The other day I was sitting in the library with the teacher, as usual, and a bird landed on the window sill, he opened the window and says to the bird My dear, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Then he gently scoops the bird up from behind and lets it walk around a little bit on the table, I think maybe it's leg was injured, but I'm no expert. Then he puts the bird into a book case with sliding glass, and tells me after school he will put it into a box and take it home to keep as a pet. Today I asked him what happened to the bird, he told me he took it home and called his daughter and grand daughter and told them and they were so pleased, and then he fed the bird, it swelled...and died.