Little bird

In the ebullience of childhood I stole a fledgling from its nest

Fed it from my plate and held it close to my breast

Gave it my favorite dainties, ice cream and cherry pie

Nothing it did eat, I didn’t know why

A small bundle of feathers that I held dear

Out of fear I clipped its wings to keep it near

Without its own kind it did not sing

Caged, now dependent on what I bring

Once captured by youth’s selfish crime

Now held enslaved by chains of time

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I did something similar with a spider just last week.

[Marie]

A very poignant metaphoric write, dear Soren. Out of love we so often take things which are not ours to take and we try to keep them, but things don't turn out as we expect them to do. The results enslave us as time goes on and we grow in wisdom and see that though we try, we cannot control others and we end up being controlled emotionally by our own actions. We make our own choices and we are responsible for those choices and the effects they have on others, and we learn... An amazing poem! Eloquently penned and expressed. Thank you for sharing, my friend...

[Jeyanthi]

It does singing... like a golden harp..
Talent must be identify early and picking it up and forwarding it..
Nicely written..
Thank you for sharing.. :)

[Soren]

Thank you for reading it is most appreciated