A Canary's song is sweet
Usually it's true
Her rolling chirps and tweets
So nice to listen to
But Karen sings a sad song
While in her cage she sits
"I can't stay here for long
This place is just the pits"
Crowded out by toxic scents
In a toxic neighboorhood
She must move to the country
Where the air is fresh and good
Karen's song's more sad these days
She'd like to tell you why
It's tough to maintain her chirpy ways
She doesn't want to cry
But one by one
She lost each one
Who once had said
They care
It hurts a lot
Hope's all she's got
They'll stop
Wearing what they wear
Would they ask her to walk
On her broken bird leg?
Or stick sweets
In her diabetic beak?
Would they force her to cheep
With laryngitis?
Give bird blood when she's
Already weak?
She's invisibly ill
So she let's out a shrill
'Cause it seems like
No one can see
Would you care if it was
Your daughter or son?
Would you care
If you were like she?
She awaits her new home
It won't be too long
She'll keep having hope
She'll sing a new song
Daisy O authors a blog about her life with MCS, and the building of a safe haven of a tiny home on wheels. Her poems penned as "Anita Freshair" are the heart-felt renderings of a young woman in the process of reassembling her life.
Mahalo, Daisy!
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