Birdcage – K.B

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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