Tweety Bird
By day I sleep, secure and sound.
Within my metal structure I'm bound.
By night I wake, to play my song 'til dawn.
Never slowing, never stopping, it goes on and on.
Notes of torment, notes of pain.
In this prison cell I'm chained.
What has life come to now?
I'm confined to my cage like a bell to a cow.
The window opens and I yearn to fly
Like I once did, but without this tie.
Baited, caught,
Out, I'm not,
As I am brought
with clasps on my wings.
Locked together with little tings.
No berries, no fruit,
And not a worm to-boot.
Lonely, I am; lost, forsaken.
From my home, brutally taken.
All my family is now dead.
The only color I remember, Red.
Moving on, my owners are nice.
But don't you dare think twice.
They feed me once a week.
Not giving me toys or cleaning my home, it's bleak.
Please, I beg you, do not leave me!
After all, I'm just a bird named Tweety.
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PoetryJust a collection of some poems that I've written. But a caution goes out to any readers interested: some of these may be happy, some may be sad; some may be morbid, and some will freak you out to the point where you wonder if I'm ok, or sane. But I...
