Bird In a Cage

an endless store of millet seed far more than you could ever need with water pure as any rill yours to bathe or drink at will for companionship,a looking glass to ease the lonely hours that pass you now have all there is to give this gilded nest in which you live yes,my feathered friend 'tis true all of this is all for you and all you ever have to do...is sing! and may your heart be seldom sad apart from things you never had for it never was your destiny...to fly