One wonders what it is like to be free?
One wonders whether the others think what it’s like to be me?
The glass menagerie I inhabit is nothing but a cage
Containing my irrepressible, inconsolable rage
I could soar and glide for a thousand years
Instead my wings wipe away my tears
But with my burning desire for my wings to spread
Comes a frightening, innate sense of dread
From my box, I see a fellow bird drink, and then she flees
Those dastardly hunters love the black-capped chickadees
The predators exist outside my gilded life
My rococo feathers save me from strife
My wings could help me escape their clutches, I bet
Instead, my good looks instead keep me as man’s pet
How I wish I could sip precious water from outside my box!
But one wonders what it would be like to be eaten by a fox?
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