Give me freedom

Give me freedom, said Bird, to be governed
by the setting of the sun and the biting
of the frost. Let the raspberries tell me
what to eat. I’ll fly with the wind, hide
from the rain and live in a hole, drilled
by a woodpecker, in an already dead tree.
Give me freedom, said Bird, to be governed
by the big thing I’m part of, that’s part of me.