Pretty Bird

I don’t see them displayed in tiny cages

at restaurants and stores anymore,

the way I remember them, confined and trained.

Today in my yard a mynah bird

calls its characteristic chirp from the mango tree,

never having been caught and taught to talk,

never trapped in a tiny cage, but living wild and free,

or if it were ever caught, this one was turned loose,

the realization dawning that domestication

would kill its own true voice.  I remember

too well, the long ago entertaining chirp of

Pretty Bird, Pretty Bird, Pretty Bird, awk!

and I gladly watch this pretty bird fly away.

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