Bird Cage

With the door of the cage
open, I am dreaming a dream
In which that little pretty bird
Is singing in this cage.

The rumor that I have a great
cage is still just a rumor.
So, all kinds of so-so birds
fly in and out of my cage.

When the cage is winged
and rises like a full moon,
the pretty bird might see
it and dream a cute dream.

The cage that meets the bird
on a road in its dream. The bird
that won’t come in. The cage
and the bird that are only gazing
at each other. But, they look happy.

While they are watching each other,
the dangling bird that is pecking
the cage once in a blue moon.
The cage that is singing a happy
poem. Just like this, the bird cage
and the bird that have become a legend.

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