The bluebird of happiness,
it turns out,
was at home all along
in a cage.
It sang a melody that was
unquestionably beautiful,
but largely ignored.
Because familiarity makes us
take things for granted.
But what about the bluebird’s happiness?
If there really were a paradigm shift,
maybe the power dynamic
that enslaves nature for
our entertainment
could be stopped.
And then, the bluebird herself
might find happiness
flying free
perched on whatever tree it wants.