The flight which you suspend haunts your quivering fur,
Echo of wings by some caprice strayed from the sky.
As you feel you could not follow the flight you spy,
Your buried bound is dream, expectation, anger.
Block similar to rest, rock wherein hides the claw
And that mirrors the bird through a golden window,
Stubborn death on the watch that is your death's fellow.
A spring will suddenly dash the hook on the flight.
Wedding, where love was crowned by a subtle lover.
It's in vain that the bird strives the day to regain.
A paw of lead caresses it and will retain
In its wing such a keen and tenacious pleasure
That its soaring, crushed, ends in a grave of feather.
Michel Galiana
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-and-bird/
