No Birdy Cares
Molting all day, watching the beacon of blue
in the skies past my beak; what should I do?
Caged as I am without love and care
A veritable slave and no fresh air
Nobody aware: no birdy as sad
without the attention a bird should have
Water quite low and pellets near gone
I pace all the night, dreaming of dawn
If they return and open this door
I won't hesitate. I'm not staying anymore
Once I was glad for all they gave me
But if I fly away...well, who could blame me?
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoesíaWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
