A Thin Sparkled Swing

[poe]

A golden cage I keep
for all rewards that harvests reap.
And a thin sparkled swing for the parakeet.

Its hung beside the chandelier.
(Its really a lamp but its served the years.)

The parakeet I found one day.
I wondered where it were meant to stay.

I keep her in a golden cage.
The golden cage won't fly away.

We don't talk much, its not my skill.
I'd rather paint or find a hill.

She does well it appears to me.
She savors crumpets but doesn't like tea.

I live just me with my windows wide
That my love will see me and come to my side.