Canary Birdby Romeo Ratilla, Jr.

“I am blithe for I am a fled.” A dream of a canary bird. Lustrous dew of sad tears she shed, For she dreamt of an irony. <BR><BR>In the perch of her master’s hand, She use to dwell her life in cage Not in azure above the land, Empyrean! Her true abode. <BR><BR>“Worry no more mine canary.” Here art seeds that will make thee full, And water for thee is thirsty. After thee is done, thee must burp. <BR><BR>“I no want food, it is futile!” I want to flee! I want to flee! Dwelling in this cage makes me ill. Loud cry of the poor little bird.