A songbird it's a sin to kill
It just looks pretty and sings
It harms no one and does no ill.
Only happiness it brings
Once I trapped one, luring it with lies
When I caught it, I clipped its wings
Now it no longer flys
I took away all its dreams
For years in a cage it was kept
A creature once so full of cheer
Being a bird it never wept
But it always shook, full of fear
Boughten food it does adore
With its liberty it pays for it
But its native songs, it sings no more
Quiet on its perch it does sit
Paying little attention to its needs
I didn't notice when its feathers grew back
It's door left open, while putting in seeds
It flew out through the crack
It won't return to its wire home
Although it ligers cautiously about
It no longer sings nor does it roam
It doesn't eat, it looks at everything with doubt
Not at home in the place of its birth
And unable to return to its cage
It soon will leave this mortal earth
And to the angels its songs engage
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A solemn message for us all. "Who are we to interfere with the beauty of nature as it is, lest we mess the whole thing up".
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(nothing sadder
than a bright, full of vigour
youthful songbird
having its tonsils, caged
from such a young, age...)
emotive and poignant
such a well measured write
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thank you L.B. it is always a pleasure to read your comments. Yes messing with nature is sad even the nature of people. Thank you so much for your input.
Beautiful poem so descriptive love it!!
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