At dawn and at dusk
They laugh at us
They laugh at us as if to say
You strange un feathered birds
Why don't you just fly away?
And at midday
They sit from the trees
Watching and waiting
To see if we leave
They land on the fence posts
Coming close just to see
These strange un feathered birds
Why won't they leave?
For we in our boxes
Our gilded cages
Clipped of our wings
And chained to our things
Think not of the laughter of birds
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