Snuffle-box oddity and out you leap
Scramble to your teeny feet
Scratch, hop, scram, scatter
Everything falls to your feet
The Master’s papers are torn apart
The Lady’s milk is tipp’d over
Yet you seek only reprieve
You flap and peck, glad it’s over
Reduced to canary clown status
Disregarded kaleidoscope plumage
And dignified exotic curved beak
That rakes and prunes the plumage
Flit, fly and fall from focal flaws
Your chains were never visibly damning
And now you rake your claws into wood
Disowning the cage and the damning
Your lilt-winged, china-thin body
Starved but not enough to dampen
L’esprit and cloud pull of withdrawal
And the call of the forest dampen’d
Soon, you’ll fly and soar once more.
Hop-scotch, one, two, three.
Come back and join me.