The junco bird Flapped its tiny wings 

longing for freedom once had

 It was pointless, and she knew it 

But with gusto, she pressed on 

Oblivious of the cell she was in 

She glanced this and that way 

It would dawn, soon, she hoped 

And so was her mistress; trapped

 By her own self, in a cage of fear

 Searching for care,her heart longing 

Longing for the feeling she once had 

When she felt special to someone

 One to whom she expressed love 

Would she overcome the heartbreak?

 It would dawn soon, she hoped.