by TU FU ©

The parrot sits
Upon his perch
Wrapped in gloomy thought.
And dreams
Of his distant home.
His wings of bright blue
Are clipped;
From his red beak
Come words of wisdom.
Will they never, never
Unlatch his cage
And set him free once more?
Impatient, in anger
He claws and tears at his perch
To which he has clung
So long.
Will the world of men
Not Pity him,
And freedom he has lost?
Of what use to him in prison
Is his coat of wondrous hue?