The Ancients Speak

by Artasylum

Ol' Redbeak has a song he sings
as autumn leaves hit the ground...
living in a cage with a bell that rings;
clawing his bars, bobbling around.

His winter feathers are beginning to grow…

Teetering on his perch, he's a shiny, green clown;
happy at his bowl, his beak's filled with food
…He's endlessly hungry…he gobbles it down.
His dish of apples tastes mighty good.

...vague images surface from long ago...

With a bird's-eye view of the park below--
outside his window, friends fly by.
South for winter's where they go...
gone before he squawks goodbye.

…birds frantically escape the killer snow...

Fleeting sense memory reverts back to tame.
Fireplace’s glowing, his human's over there.
Her voice softly coos out his name,
the gilded cage fills with warm, toasty air.

…What the Heck Did the Ancients Know!

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Just a whimsy, tried to get inside the brain of Ol' Red. I was perusing Google Images and he sparked my imagination. Thanks for reading,

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The Ancients Speak

by Artasylum

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