Poetry

My cage hung up not too high
No rain to play my feathers dry
A few grains with water in a cup
No snakes are there to wake me up
Bars and stripes all around
My cage so bare no trees found
I live among men in a crowd
Can't see mountains can't see clouds
A short flight and back to my feet
The raw nature I never meet
I was free like the clouds over the plain
Now the wind blows by as I wait in vain
So many stars I see so few
The lights switched on my dream still due
I long for the forest forever and ever
Like the fish in the tank remembering the river
Could I teach my master a man so old
To blow off the sand to get the gold