A Bird In a Cage

There is a little bird that sings sad songs in her tiny wicker cage, Her prison is situated against the side of a cold flint napped wall, My heart and my thoughts understand how miserable and alone she feels, She dreams of her past times when she was free in a sweet June valley. Remembering glittering waters, green buds take her back to happy days, When blossom filled the boughs of pear trees and sweet hawthorn hedges, Flying, landing among brand new leaves sipping cool dew in the mornings, Grass full of sweetest flowers bluebells, swinging and ringing, all gone. The caged bird remembers careless days and hates her captivity and cage, When living in the woods was fun, so much to do good friends all around, But she got caught and put in a cage she was not watching a sad mistake, It swells her heart almost to bursting she lost her freedom one sunny day. A man sits on a wall listening to the birds sad songs he understands why, He had been a prisoner for many years in a country miles across the sea, So he creeps up to the cage and opens the door for the poor little bird, Flying out she hoovers to the man as she tweets there is a tear in her eye.