Little bird trapped in a tiny cage,
and born in one,
does a part of you ever yearn
for the freedom you never knew?
Is there a primordial collective
memory inside of you that
beckons back something more
than being trapped till you die
in a tiny cage?
And do you sing your songs
daily for the sweetheart
you never knew
and who will never hear
your beautiful songs?
Maybe like you, I’m trapped
in a tiny cage too.
Bob Boyd