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Lady Canary

  • Writer: abby
    abby
  • Oct 10, 2022
  • 1 min read

Lady Canary she

The canary in a coalmine

Wingspan gold splendid

Soft feathers divine


Around coalmine men she lived

But only in a cage

A cage where she only

Remained idle for days


Everyday she

Would look at the sunlight

And wonder when she

Would fly in free flight


One day

The coalminers went to the mine

Hugged goodbye did they

Their children and wives


Lady Canary assumed her role

Her wings of feathers of light

And ventured deep down

Into the black mine night


Lady Canary indentured

She didn't like the dark

But remained calm

And carried on with her part


On watch

On guard

She started to feel

Shallow breaths

Oxygen from her lungs

Did the carbon monoxide steal


She fluttered her wings

Alerting the men

They didn't pay attention

Until too late

Death set in


Lady Canary she

Laid lifeless in her cage

Her cage

She let own her

Entrapped in rage


If Lady Canary only knew

That her home was not a cage

For the hatch was always unlocked

Free living would be she

In the rest of her days


May we be

Like Lady Canary

The beacons of light

The light beams

The lighthouses

Electric ray streams


Like Lady Canary

But may we not set

Cages and borders around us

Choking isolated death


Like Lady Canary

The beacons of light

Embody we

But instead of ironclad solitude

May we set ourselves free

 
 
 

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