Sonnet of a Lovebird

My fam'ly tree, it stands on watered roots,

Long generations grown the limbs on high.

Untarnished by the plagues and fires of youth,

It holds me strong, and urges me to fly.

Should I escape my nest, I aim to leap;

I'll pin my wings, torpedo to the ground.

But I, a hatchling in my cradle keep -

They cannot fathom why I seek the sound.

I shan't proclaim; I have no wish to tell.

They shake their heads, despairing in the boughs,

Full-knowing that I wait, my soul to sell,

To trade this healthy bark for tombstone rough.

They think me selfish, not knowing what about:

Another bird I cannot live without.