The mournful tones just never seize
With every 'morrow breeze
It never knew the garden flowers
Or the merry forest trees
The cage had rusted long ago
The ropes eaten by age
And yet it sat in the center
Waiting for its cheese
Lament echoed in its squeeky voice
Its nose followed the scent
Of the flowers that bloomed, rejoice!
Today the cage won't freeze
Its eyes were dilated, whisks unused
As the darkness rumbled by
Its feet and the cage floor, fused
He had no need for activities!
The fly buzzed in the dusty sky
Laughing in its freedom cursed
The cage continued rusting by
And it waited for the keys.