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