Bird and Bear

The small bird fluttered
Trapped at the top 
Of her beautiful, curved cage 
That made the perfect home. 
					           She was quietly
                                                   Persistent, 
					           Oddly proud in her distress.
I wanted to free her
But was fearful
She'd be lost in the endless sky,
Eaten by a larger bird.
					         My job was to
					         Keep her safe
					         Ensure she'd be here tomorrow.				
I watched as she rested,
Perched - still, alert -
On the polished, narrow beam
Bisecting her world.	
					        Then she fluttered up
					        Again to  
					        The ceiling of her curved world.
From somewhere behind me
A brown, clawed hand