The wagtails’ black tails wistfully wag
Their heads nod as their bodies bob
Beside the remains of a rubbish bag
Where crows have commenced their scavenging job
O, bring me birds that I might write
Of beings borne by feathered flight!
By bunny rabbits running fast
These sights and sounds that simply
O, let my eyes all these beings see
That might imagine all men are free!
I see seagull white by sparkling starling
Blackbirds by the boundary fence
No sign of neighbours’ canines snarling
Here dogs’ roles are more intense
O, sniff for all things contraband
And calm those inmates out of hand!
Later, lurking in the darkening hours
Cats and kittens come out to feed
Prized for their rodent killing powers
Prisoners provide for their every need
O, ask them not what was their crime
Just take what’s given at feeding time!
So we are all confined
And, struggle, somehow, to survive
Some of our actions may well astound
But, still, some beings manage to thrive
O, birds, fly out through the holes in the net
Let the inmates remaining try to forget!