The last of the little birdie
Finally released to freedom
Flying around in the cage
Learning tricks quickly
In the late afternoon
The cage door opened
It took a while longer
Maybe to adjust the new freedom
In the morning the earlier one gone
Into the open space flying from branch to branch
Tagging along with its parenting bird
Up on the highest point tweeting away
Saving them from the jaws of stray cats
Sometimes borrowing the garden to pass
When the little birdies couldn't fly
The cats would not give mercy
Now the last one too
It enjoyed its freedom
There was no goodbye
The birdies didn't look back
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