Birds Eye View

Roller Coaster has a seasonal song to sing
Orange and red leaves float to the ground
He occupies a cage with a bell he can ring
Clinging to the bars, hopping up and down

His winter feathers are starting to show

Shaking a can of seeds, he turns into a clown
He races to the perch that holds his food
Always hungry, he gobbles the meal down
Then in a flash, he resumes a playful mood

Cool breezes spark memories, something he used to know

He has a bird's-eye view of the park below
Gazing at bird formations that freely fly
South for the winter is where they go
They are gone before he chirps goodbye

He heard tales of when his ancestors flew away from snow

Fleeting sense memory, he reverts back to tame
The fireplace is yummy and his human is there
Her sweet soft voice coos his beloved name
His gilded cage is safe, when the trees are bare

What on earth did his fore-feathers know...