Every day I passed his cage
I listened to him sing his song
Though he sang with beauty
He was not where he belonged
His plumage was stunning
His cage was made of gold
I thought what a sad place
For simply growing old
I quickly opened the door
His eyes shone with fire
I could see he remembered
He burned with desire
He slowly crept forward
Moving closer to the door
But suddenly he stopped
And he would go no more
I tried to coax him out
I spoke to him of flight
I told him that as a bird
It was his natural right
I became more surprised
The lovely bird began to speak
He said he once new freedom
And no longer could he seek
He had flown before
Though now lived in a cage
I tried to offer comfort
His fears T could not assuage
He said he made his peace
His needs were being met
Why worry about the rest
It was just best to forget
Yes, said I, but what of joy
And the beauty of the air
The wind in your wings
The sky blue and clear?
All the flowers to taste
Their nectar on your tongue
Wouldn’t you sing sweeter
If you could bask in the sun?
Maybe so he replied
But that is not to be
I stay here by choice
This cage is my security.
© S.E.S
Sara Stowell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caged-bird-4/
