Little starling in the tree,

What’s it like to fly free?

To not be me?

Twisted both in mind and body,

Earthbound: Never to touch the sky.

Little sea gull on the dock,

Is it fair you can sit and mock?

For the summer I will be,

Earthbound: Never dive in the sea.

Abby, in your hospital bed,

Do you remember the red,

Of Larry’s fishing boat?

Or the pink of the clouds at sunset?

Or the green of Max’s wharf?

Or that sapphire sea?

Please tell me,

For you are the starling on the tree,

And I am trapped,

Inside thee.