Tiny feathered ones, in a cage should not be
They should sing and carouse, up in the trees.
They are simple complements to the funny wind chimes,
That hang on Ebony's since ancient times.
Safe and content in a fortress of green
They live and they sing, while their feathers they preen.
4/27/14 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem