Bird Watching

A Poem by Andrea

stuck in a cage

I take my seat at the park bench
for I love to watch the birds
but not too many fly by
this time of year.
   but still I sit with bread crumbs,
   I throw them to the ground,
   to be wasted,
       or eaten if a bird so wish-
   but really they don't
   this time of year.
I have a bird at home
   I do;
but sits all alone
   it does,
       it no longer seems to notice me,
       and every time it has urge to sing,
   it screams.
So why go watch the birds?
who don't even fly my way.
I've got my own at home,
   so at my home I'll stay.
       To be with my very own bird
       that really brings me down
           So that though I lay by myself,
       and cry on my own,
   at least I'm not alone
this time of year.