The Bird's Song

[FollowingAutumn]

The Bird's Song

My little bird,
She just loves to fly.
Please close the window
So she can't reach the sky.

My little bird,
She mourns like a widow.
I'll give her a cage
So she can't reach the window.

My little bird,
She grows restless with age.
I'll trim all her feathers
So she'll stay in her cage.

My little bird,
Won't you sing me a song?
They used to warm my heart,
But not in so long.

My little bird,
Is it because of your feathers?
I'll let them grow back now,
If we can just sing together.

My little bird,
Is it due to the cage, dear?
I'll throw it out tomorrow,
If you give me something to hear.

My little bird,
Is it because of the window?
I'll open it now,
But please just don't go.

My little bird
Has taken to wing.
Now that she's gone,
I can finally hear her sing.

[BeatsyaBass]

I wish there was so much more imagery to this poem. What type of bird, what cage, what window?
Overall it was okay, the rhyme seemed a bit forced (I'm just not much for rhyme but still it was a good poem smile )
It reminded me of a story about a man who only wanted his bird to sing. And then the story went about exactly as your poem said. Were you basing your poem off of this? If so, do you remember the title. razz