Beautiful caged bird
I marvel the size of your wings
and long to free you of your prison
Molting feathers in need of complete shedding
shall reveal the awesome aura
of your multi-colored moods and ways
Your feet wrap around a perch of mere plastic
when you should reside
in the highest tree of authority
above all enemies toiling below
I too know why the caged bird sings (Angelou, Maya)
Although it remains a song
of frustruated suppression and parakeet promptings
that pacify the keeper
My exotic friend displaced from your true home
where spectators below look up
in admiration of your splendid performance
Let me free you...
Take your place in the light of the sun
When the wind is right, soar into the horizon
of multiple possibilities
Regretfully knowing such a beautiful creature
can never grasp the thought of a final landing,
I shall always adore you from afar