The Wishing Tree
I jumped up as high as I could reach, Dazzling lines of brown green and grey, Too busy to put them on my lap, Too distant to create something from that pack. There was something in there for me: I knew it was there, just be be be! A bird flew out of its dusty cage, a bird flew right into me. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings I cried! I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings! She let it drop from the shelf, but I know she did not really see it. She did not see it because if she had, She would not have said, No More. She would not have said, that's enough for you. Very well, I said.
