Truth be told, happiness is a bird.
Lucky souls have no need for a cage.
Daily they soak in each soft note of the morning chorus,
Liquid harmonies float through windows open, ajar or porous,
Songs fade gently, somnolent.
The sun slowly sets.
Truth be known, I snatched a bird!
Envious! Enraged, at the worlds free show.
You see trees to me were barren and lifeless.
But guilt overcame this mean, deaf keeper.
It has not sang once yet.
I shall have to let it go.