Birdcage
Come eat,
Birdy.
Come
Eat in
My hand.
What if
There
Are
Other
Types
Of food?
( says Birdy)
No,
My food
Is the best
And you’ll
Grow fond
Of it.
O.K, says
The bird.
Feathers old,
It hasn’t
Flown
In a while.
It forgot
The caress
Of the air,
The intoxicating
Feeling of height,
The heart opening
To the winds
In full confidence,
Turning, twitching,
Free as one can be !
The birdcage
Is covered
with gold.
At night,
It is covered
with blue
Velvet.
Old birdy
Wished
He could
Go for
A beer
Like before,
Times of youth
And carelessness.
He had to settle
With all its charms
For a rich owner
Who would
Protect him.
In exchange,
He gave
Up
His priceless
Freedom.
It mutters
In its sleep,
What a sad
Predicament !
K.B.
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