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