I know why the caged bird sings.

It sings to call for help.

It sings to call other birds to it’s cage.

I know why the caged bird sings.

It sings to see if it could be released.

It sings to annoy the capturers.

I know why the caged bird sings.

It sings because it loves to sing.

It sings because it enjoys singing.

I watch the caged bird sing.

I feel bad for the caged bird.

When the capturers aren’t looking, I release the singing bird.

Now the bird doesn’t want to leave me.

Why you ask?

Because I knew why the caged bird was singing.

And now?

Well, we’re best friends.

And she’s always by my side.

Just by that one kind deed.

“Isn’t that right Mia?” I say.

She responds: “Tweet Tweet.”

And I smile.

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Moral of the poem: Always do the right thing.