Birds Poem by Angel A. Lockwood

You had a beautiful bird in your hand
You say,
But decided to reach for the others
Birds in the thornbush anyway
So somehow the bird
You once had in hand
Flew away
The touch of feathers
You seem to miss
It was as just as intimate
as a gentle kiss
The bird is now free
Sitting as prey
Shall never be
No matter how
Much you might
It want it to be
The bird
Now sings outside on the window
Ledge freely
A closed cage shall never be its home