They spoke of her feathers.
'What bright yellow feathers!', they exclaimed
They ignored the cage
Yellow is happy
She must be happy
Her cage was gold, but a cage nonetheless
She wished she could hide
But the cage would suffice
In keeping her watchers at bay
They ogled and smiled
She's happy, so happy
But failed to see the cage in the way
Perception is tricky, From afar,
the bird's yellow feathers was seen clearly through the bars
But up close,
she was different
quiet, lachrymose
Why?
She had a song she wanted to sing
But no one cared to listen
They looked at her feathers instead
Soon her song was forgotten
She didn't even remember how her song went
So the tune languished
She just showed them her feathers
That's all they wanted to talk about.