#50/365--Bird on a Wire

Bird On The Wire

Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you

Oh, like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me

But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

Songwriters: Cohen, Leonard; ((remade by Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson--I'm adding this song to my music player in case you want to hear it))

I had always imagined that "bird on a wire" meant "vulnerable." Watching birds on wires has been a recent development, thanks to Mrs. Burch, Lauren's and Mikey's 4th grade Language Arts teacher. As I was out yesterday, I decided to snap this picture. The birds, just hanging out on the wire. Sitting up there in the open, vulnerable, cold. Do birds get cold? Are they aware they are vulnerable up there in the open? Interesting comparison--"bird on a wire," and "falling in love..."
I'll leave it for you to ponder.