Once again Max, our poet cat, decided to write some poetry. This is what he came up with. See below for the text version.
an’ da winds soft thru sighin’ trees
an’ da fat icky wormies da silly birdies eat
an’ names da sky his own.
But da caged bird be on da grave of dreams
he sees mah vistage, a nightmare scream
His clipped wings safe inda cage, I tried
so he warbles his throat to sing
Da caged bird sings
wit’ fear-filled trill
of cats unknown
we cats have will
for a dinner is heard
of bird on da kill
but da caged bird
sings for freedom
(Da bird is stupid
If freedom he takes
Dinner we cats
Will have to make.)
Based on I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
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