This beautiful bird,
Settling on a perch,
Colourfully bright,
With beak and bite,
And full of pride,
What a sight!
Here in this locked cage,
Again prepares her rage,
The fight of at least an age,
Well-worn this page.
She readies her stance,
For this next dance,
Her beak a sharp lance,
Eyes in a keen trance.
Moving swiftly into action,
Reduces her obstacle to a fraction!
This winged warrior,
Victorious in this skirmish,
Exits her prison with belief,
And with a sigh of relief,
Moves closer to freedom.
Finding comfort in larger bounds,
She claims the next perch,
And with keen eyes starts to search,
For the target of her next lurch.
