The Canary Poem by Shanike Sydoney Palmer

I have found a friend-
The last, the very last one of its kind.
I am Eve and this beauty summons me-
Singing notes that stays like breath.
Perhaps the white rain would scorge a branch..
Twittering and fluttering on its yellow wings,
The west wind carries it away willingly,
Undoubtedly, it wishes to leave this world.

For one month I have been in here,
penned up inside this ghetto-
But I have found a friend.
The camellions call to me and
the cats purrs their wishes.
Only I never saw another canary.

I was saved because it was the first,
I was saved because it was the last,
the very last one.
Canaries dont live here in the ghetto.