Caged Picoplat Poem by Robert Dummett

I always like to see you Jump
from rod to swinging Rod.
you never think that you would Die
while you tweet and pick a Crumb.

slight creature of the Chirp -
you fly from high to Low.
can you tell me how it's Done:
you never fear the Span?

time is yours at break of Day:
time controls your Prime.
your trilling tells of tearful Clime
with notes that never Sour.

You taught me this, you little Bird:
to be careless of this life that's Too
doctored, and not lived as yours upon a Lith.