White Bird

White bird in a rusty cage,
Becoming off-white with age,
Nearly 30 years old, 14 here,
Caged up, lonely and kept by fear.

The white bird sang and sang,
Her sweet chirps throughout rang.
She chose to be happy and dance,
Despite her frightful circumstance.

The White bird in the rusty cage,
Ignored the problem, hid her rage,
She saw it as a terrible blemish-
Until she realized that it was rubbish.

She screached and rammed the cage door
She was tired of being locked up and poor,
She wanted out of that cage so badly,
She pushed open the door, then she was free...

No longer imprisoned, no longer poor,
For her own good she now will forge,
Happily free of bars and fear,
She has joyfully flown away from here.