I have a yellow canary
Inside a rusty cage.
No one knows that these days
It flutters in a rage.
Its wings writhe in anguish
And rot away to bone.
Then with its pale new fixtures,
It flies away to home.
Now that cage is empty.
To loneliness, I'm prone,
As my only light in life
Has left me here alone.
-ᦔ𝘳ꪮρ ꪮᠻ ᧁꪶꪖ𝘴𝘴
