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.”