caged
monadh a sweet bird
she sang so wild
robin used to play

she used to sing me asleep
she used to sing me awake

robin she used to sit on my head
we would play games with rings
we would play for hours

my silver ring i would give to her
my silver ring, i gave her

she would take it in her beak
with such comedic force

she would take and drop the ring
on the big surface of a book

causing it to spin around
she would watch it spinning

until it fell down, flat and motionless
then she would look to me smiling

watching her watching me
i would pick it up,
our silver ring,
while laughing
at this joke
repeating

i'd give to her the silver ring
the silver ring she'd spin it
on the cover of a big book

she used to skate across the pages
she loved looking at the pictures

her eyes to me she'd turn
and with her eyes she'd smile

i always kept her safe from the cats
the cats they wanted to eat her



robin she liked
to sit on my head

with her sharp beak
she'd gently pinch me

on my skin she liked to play
my hair she'd try to fly away with

i'd hold out both my hands and
she would hop back and forth
from one hand to the other

she loved to sit with me
and always she loved to play
games with my toes and fingers

robin was so sweet and fair
she sang me to sleep at night
she sang me awake each morning



she used to love eating berries
daily i would find her grub

catching worms under rocks
finding woodlice beneath logs

chasing hoppers in the grass
netting poor moths in the evening

a crime i was committing
for her since she was a baby

in springtime i fed her the cherries red
in summer warm juicy strawberries

autumn the sweet blackberries
in winter i would buy her meals


she used to warm her belly in the sun
she used to sit and sing daylong

she used to sing in the afternoon
she always sang in the evening

robin i miss when i hear wild songs
robin i think of in the morning

robin who i killed for
robin who i sang with
robin who is dead

and how my life was so bitter to live
that morning when i found her cold

huddled, cuddled in her bedding
in the corner of her big cage

down from her wooden perch
where she used to sit and sing

she wasn't there on her wooden perch
where she was always singing

she was gone, my robin wild
she was dead, but flying

robin who i saved from an early death
robin who i couldn't keep in the end

robin who came back though i let her fly
robin who left after years of singing

robin who left in the morning
when autumn was too cold

robin who i wrapped in cloth
sweet robin who i buried

under a pile of stones her gentle breast
under a piece of bark she is sleeping

under a chunk of fruit wood hiding
under a pile of stones she is singing

how frozen the earth
how cold my heart
how sad the morning
i found her dead

how dull the sky without her wings
how sad when i hear wild birds singing

i think of her
sweet robin wild
fair robin tame

robin dead
robin sleeping
lovely robin_hiding

ever i miss her so
in springtime mornings
when i hear the robins singing
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