by Angela Guo
The free bird soars through the Blue#1 sky
Admiring her spotless wings of tie-dye
The free bird gazes at the Red#40 horizon
Thinking, “Oh, what a fabulous, fine fortune.”
The free bird dips and scratches the Blue#2 Sea
Remaining lost in her pure ecstasy
The free bird inspects her pretty rainbow feathers
And now by a small tiny little worry, she is tethered
The free bird, baffled by her discolored plumage,
Returns to the Blue#2 Sea
The free bird’s little scratch has caused a leakage
No longer is her panorama so perfectly pretty
The free bird asks Him
“Dear Lord, what have I done?”
With a curious, crooked smile, He replies
“Questions are liked by no one.”
The free bird returns to her Blue? sky
But no longer does she admire her wings of tie-dye
The free bird examines the Red? horizon
Soon the glowing sun will be risin’
The free bird flaps back to the leakage once more
Wondering why the Blue? sea flows so imperfectly
The free bird leans down and opens the door
The water clearing her eyes of deceitful debris
The free bird rubs her eyes a bit too vigorously
And now she opens them to a sight not-so-sightly
Confined by metal bars the bird must stand
Her life, her world, in reality not grand
The caged bird squawks frightfully
“Why, I am not so free!”
He dangles a Yellow#5 seed, saying
“Eat this, my dear pretty.”