The Bound Bird
They put her in a little brass cage
Quite ornate really as cages go
With filigree edges
And a silver rose door.
And everyone put their faces up against the bars
And wriggled their fingers,
Inviting her to come to them.
They brought her exotic seeds
From far castaway islands,
Cleaned her cage with scented oils
For healing and soothing.
Put pearls of amethyst beneath her quivering wings
And diamond traces underneath her fragile feet.
They whispered silly things to her,
And private affectionate messages from the heart.
And she stood in the musty hallway
Her cage placed upon the dresser
And she cried bitter inward tears
That only another captive bird
Could understand or hear.
She was a show piece.
They had tricked her with the diamond traces,
Dazzled her mind with the pearly ice blue seed,
Now she was a prisoner
And they would never set her free.
One day they tested her,
They left the cage door open just a little bit
And she sat there for hours
Debating what to do.
She could have flown
But where to?
She had once been the beauty of the skies
A rainbow bird reflected in a raven's eyes
But now she was neither bird nor human.
She sang her trill little song all day
And fluttered her wings
And dreamed of flying away.
They said she was happy,
Thankful to be kept that way
Or she would have flown long ago . . . .
Only a little child
Peeping through the bars of the cage one day,
Said, that bird is so sad,
She's withering away . . . .