Caged Bird By Maya Angelou

 A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped, and his feet are tied, so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown   
but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill 
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied, so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown   
but longed for still and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention,
it's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
Author and Poet (shariewithlove.com)