Sep 06, 2006 22:57
"pretty bird, pretty bird"
The door is opened
and I sit here
staring in the mirror at myself
a pretend friend
something I can handle
A little seed in the morning
take a a few sips of water through out the day
He'll change the newspaper after 6
throw the towel over me at 9
and I'll sleep
dreaming of damp morning limbs and open skies
I'll wake up to bars and a window
and do it all again
"pretty bird, pretty bird"
He opens the cage
and I step to the ledge
I see the cracked window
I see the damp morning branches
I see the sky
I see ...
A cat outside the door
A blue jay scarring all the sparrows from the feeder
A dog barking
A boy shooting his beebee gun
A hawk circling
A coyote howling
A malicious cloud
A...
broken dream
A creature of habit, I perch on plastic
and stare into the mirror once more
'hello friend,
you are a pretty bird'
I turn back
the door is still open
I can't decide
Is the freedom worth all the danger
or was this the best thing that ever happened to me
but I never appreciated it before
I make my choice
Suddenly everything is so clear
suddenly ...
"pretty bird, pretty bird"
he closes the door
and pulls the blinds
the sky is gone