Imagine my surprise
to find you locked in my cage.
That silly wish I wished last night
as you slept in your comfortable bed.
Every day you came and spoke to me
with a piece of bread and a few seeds.
I, your prisoner, locked in my cage
never flying nor hugging the clouds.
All is changed now, can’t you see,
as I wear your pretty little braids.
I can run through the fields and jump the streams,
and I can sing to the heavens wherever I like.
You will sing as well, my small feathered prisoner,
but only here locked in my cage.
Don’t worry, there’s no reason to worry,
for I will bring to you a piece of bread and a few seeds.
Inspiration: AP Contest “image prompt”