For The Birds
Easily overlooked
I stay in my cage
Venturing out impulsively
When loneliness sets in
Tom make myself seen
Squawking at passersby
I am seen
Enjoying the attention
and bob with glee
not noticing the stares
all aimed at me
Coming back to myself
I notice the gawkers
surrounding my cage
self consciously I duck my head
crawling back through my gate
Overlooked one more
I huddle in my cage
venturing no more
than quick peaks through the gate
no longer stared at or noticed
happily keeping to myself
whistling and bobbing in the mirror
a much safer crowd
myself
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