Based on an exercise that I can no longer find...but nevertheless, here it is....
The Birdcage Laments The Loss of His Wingéd
Companion
O, how I lament and grieve you now gone
The rustle of wings no more to be heard
The fragile form now become carrion
Never to be sung another sweet word
O, how I miss the light sounds of your voice
The beautiful singing and gentlest tones
I would give my own life, had I the choice
To breathe being into your flesh and bones
But I have not life to surrender you
I am only the cage, metal and wood
That your sweet birdsong gave a true soul to
Made me alive with your heart pure and good
With you gone I’ve naught but this empty swing
Never again to hold any live thing
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