Sitting in my cage I cower
Hands coming to rouse me for sport
I recede into my corner
Longing for solitude
Wishing to sing a song that my bill is unwilling to relinquish
Being seized I panic
Pecking at the hands, I am dropped
I flutter my weak wings to no avail
For lack of use has crippled me
Thrust back into my coop my melancholy returns
Accepting I am both domesticated and depressed
I stay, cornered and caged

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