This one lonely owl sits in a cage,
All locked up and with no one to play,
I couldn’t tell you of her size,
For only I was looking straight into her eyes,
She hoots at night and listens in the day,
For she may be scared with no one to play.
Her feathers glisten in the sun,
For night is waiting for her to run,
Sitting here with her wondering eyes,
Sitting here thinking about herself in a huge bowl,
Listening to people complain about the hot,
What is she doing on the run?
Watching as people just pass her up,
Staring at the people looking at her,
Would you like to know about me?
Well, I’m a year old, I have pretty feathers,
People try and talk to me but I can’t talk back,
Can’t you just see that I’m day dreaming?
I love looking at the sky wishing I was soaring through it,
I watch the other birds talk to each other,
I want to do that one day when I get big,
I wonder where I could go if I’m free,
One day could that be?
I listen as the wind rolls through my feathers,
I’m almost 2 years now,
Can I be set free?
This cage smells like a mist of green leaves,
Oh please just one day in the glistening sun,
I promise I will come back.
