The Price of Freedom

My bird was often left inside her cage.
She’d sing all day and at night be quiet.
And I didn’t take her silence for rage.

She’d wake up and welcome a new diet.
She accepted everything that we gave.
And when it rained, she’ll let her wings get wet.

She’d talk really less and always behave.
Her calm demeanor was always the same.
It was hard telling what else she would crave.

Last night she didn’t respond to her name.
It wasn’t so clear if something was wrong
But the cage was without its window frame.

She removed each string while she sang her song,
Her escape, she kept planning for so long.

Leonell