A Bird in the Library

A Bird in the Library

When I enter the library
And stand near the cupboard
Full of books,
I feel me like a bird
Thirsty for a word,
Through flutter, a word I utter;
In every book
I feel a brook of knowledge,
Flowing calm and quietly
In the clime of wisdom,
Drinking its water to the fullest
I enjoy my freedom,
Some golden page
For me a wishful golden cage,
Entering it I tweet
Essence of life sweet,
Going through paragraph
I revise my flight’s graph,
Some meaningful sentence ending with why
Opens new vistas in the sky,
Me voracious bird, digest each word
With new vision I see the world,
At comma, semi colon I pause
And think over my noble cause,
Sumptuous intellectual feed
Modifies my beak,
With my revised edition
I attain new peak,
My new version
Gives me new vision,
Me bird in the library
Wish it could be an aviary,
Like me, other birds
Would fly in the world of words.