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My Canary

There is a little yellow bird

That I have 

And she 

Was created in my lab 


She flies around my house

And follows me to work


But she is just

A bookmark in the turning pages of time


Just a whim in the lab


She is an experiment come to life


And I am now

Embarrassed of her

Even 

Ashamed 


This little yellow bird

Became a burden 


So I hid her away

Locked her up in my room


I put her in a cage 

And leave her alone to play with the shadows on my walls


Every once in awhile

I’ll shine a light on her

And say hi

And give her some treats

And she seems happy to see me


. . .


I wish there was a way 

    For me to trick her

 Into thinking that she has

             

         Freedom.


CH 12/23/23

 
 
 

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