My Bird

My Bird at the rear of bars yet again Nay at Blue, into bosom it looks deep Better knows the wisdom to be insane Raptness, the solitary sort Beyond to peep. My Bird smil’d after losing a feather How weird to Kite, how sly to ugly owl Even sings in the cage amid rough weather My Bird, like soul it resides in the bowl. My Bird somehow yester night broke the cage Into ether submitted fine hair and tail Baffl’d to see, he had lived but in bondage Returned Alas! liberated on the bail.