the keeper's yellow canary dwelt in her cage,
her smooth, silky feathers untouched,
tucked gently to her sides,
as she listened to the soothing quivers of her own beating heart.
and when came morning,
her joyful song echoed all around,
illuminating even the darkest shadows
of her beloved keeper's heart.
but alas, the day had come:
the keeper left the gate unhinged.
it beckoned freedom,
and with a ruffle of those dainty wings,
the keeper's yellow canary
days, weeks, a month had passed,
the keeper waited for her return
searching for a glimpse of yellow,
the only color he had truly known,
his heart has found another home.
and then, come nightfall,
he saw the bird under his window
the perfect feathers he once knew
were torn and mangled,
stained deep red.
he lifted her
and cradled her broken wings in his palms
until they were whole again.
and then he placed her gently in her cage,
sealing the gate forever.
vowing never again
to let her taste her freedom.