Yellow Bird

A man took his bird in a cage for a walk;

It looked at the river and started to squawk.

With bright yellow feathers, it didn’t belong

In a prison, rewarded with seed for a song.

I grew up with a parakeet kept as a pet,

Which flew all ‘round the house ‘til the sun was to set,

Then returned to its cage, which was covered at night,

So it slept on its perch with no way to take flight.

In the summer, when somebody opened the door,

Our bird flew away and we saw it no more.

I would bet if that yellow bird just had the chance,

It would make its escape with not one backward glance.