Caged Bird

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

on the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky

 

But a bird that stalks

down the narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but long for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

 

By: Maya Angelou

 

 

 

 

 

 

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