Cope

I sat behind my aperture,
  to feel a little reminiscence.

I observed more awful reminder,
  to inform it is an aviary.

I briefed me about a hutch,
  to camouflage my wings.

I covered the extension up,
  to blow at a correct pattern.

              I will raise my wings up!
      To, not to cope again with the people.

                       _h.shamim