“I know why the caged bird sings,”
Penned poet Maya Angelou;
And while pursuing other things,
I think I may have learned why, too.
She sings because there is no cage
Preventing her eternal songs;
Her perch is but an opera stage
Of gilded wire. She merely longs
To sing the freedom of her heart,
No pen can silence Nature’s score.
Since every note is God-wrought art
Ne’er sung again, nor sung before.
And thus the cagèd bird sees past
Her false confinement, singing free
Her liberty, never surpassed,
In solitary symphony.