SWEET YELLOW CANARY.

The sweet yellow canary singing in her cage,

Sings songs of being free and stories of

Experiences she's gained,

Staring through the blinds observing people's ways,

Venturing from a prison known is difficult if tamed.

Speaking with an enthused air, the keeper came

And said:

"Oh sweet yellow canary why do you hang your

head?

And sing sad songs with such innocence and beauty,

with dark tones of angst filling your delicate heart

Oosing droplets of melancholy,

from dawn 'til you go to bed?

Suppressed traumas hidden, but caged feeling safe,

Blinkered is sight absent is faith.

The Keeper continued:

"Your door is open your freedom's a step

But a millstone, out of all proportion is placed 'round

Your neck and inside your head."

"Nay." Said the yellow sweet canary, I choose to be

Singing in my cage,

I know best,

Freedom can wait,

I have time; there is no haste,

What's the fruit for me to taste?

And the keeper replied:

"Can't you see, the wings to fly have been clipped to

your breast,

Far too long you've lived in your cage being fed,

By the currents of life on which you nurse in your head,

So accustomed to the habits that fear has now bred,

And safe in fear's garden you've been caged and been

Kept."

"Your cage door is open, sweet yellow canary, your

Freedom is set,

One-day you'll fly and taste sweet happiness,

And know that there was not a cage at all you were safe in

But just a grass fence!