The dragon tree is filled with nests built by birds of different varieties. The birds sing unique melodies. They are all escapees from cages that my neighbors and I owned long ago. When I am on the side porches I look up at the tree and try to search for those birds, wishing I could see which ones were my former pets. They can see me but I cannot see them. One thing is for sure, that they will never go back to their cages again because they have had a taste of blissful freedom, even if that freedom means that they have to scrounge for their food from sunrise to sunset.