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.
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