My Bird

It's a small step towards freedom

I’ve taken the covering off the cage

Now you can all see my wings

Instead of a bad painting

Of a few starlings

 

But the bird will stay

Within the confines of its cage

Because maybe you won’t like it

When it’s up on stage

And being inspected

 

When you hear each detail

About it stretching its wings

When it is outside, free to roam

And starts to sing