Was searching with my beak a long while
for an aperture in the fence to come through
but there wasn’t any
so I crept into the bird house
and stayed there for many years
thereafter I came out again
and circulate now in peaceful disquiet
high above the cold lake of dreams
yelling gulls are keeping me company
Mikael Ejdemyr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/biography-5/
