My Parakeet
My parakeet escaped
As I cleaned his cage one day
He flew through an open door
On wings he’d barely used before
In a flash he was gone
Having flown to my lawn
Where at the top of a tree he found
Other birds perched around
Soon my bird knew
That it was easier when I fed food
And that perched high in a tree
Was not the place he should be
While I hid he came down
And perched a while on the ground
Still searching for his seed
That he always got from me
After a while he grew tired
With his cage the thing desired
And he let me capture him
And put him in his cage again
My bird now sings all day
Feeling fine in his cage
Having learned that to be free
Is not what it’s cracked up to be