Super Budgie
Blue bird in a gilded cage:
But not as much as a single whistle from it,
and no piping, not even a proverbial peep,
only deafening silence from behind the bars.
To get the little blue beast to sing!
One plays it a symphony by Dvorak:
Nothing. There's only silence from the bird.
One plays the budgie some Smetana:
Again, nothing but silence from within the cage.
Beethoven then. Surely the Master's music
will get this avian singing again.
Alas, it's all to no avail. One only gets blank stares from the bird.
But, it's time for one last try, hope against hope:
One plays the feathery, captive foil
the Jimi Hendrix Experience, plays their "Still Raining, Still Dreaming":
The budgie suddenly chirps out loud in Martian:
Whistles songs from very far away, yet from very, very near,
and at one and the same time:
Sings, fluting, songs from Everywhere, songs from Nowhere,
songs without limits, ones without an end,
songs sang backwards and forwards at once,
faster than the speed of sound.
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