A bird in a cage in spring knows quite well that there is something he would be good at, he feels strongly that there is something to be done, but he can’t do it. “There’s a lazybones,” says another bird who is passing. “He’s comfortably off.” However, the prisoner lives and does not die, nothing shows on the outside of what is going on inside him. “But,” say the children who look after him in his cage, “he has everything he needs.” Yet for him it means looking out at the swollen stormy skies and feeling the revolt against his fate within himself. “I am in a cage, I am in a cage, and so I lack nothing, fools! I have everything I need! Oh for pity’s sake, give me freedom, to be like the other birds!”
• Ask me anything Sound Daughter
