My singing Nightingale

I captured a beauty Nightingale
Because of its beautiful songs
I watched it at dawn and sunset
While meditating in the field

So I captured the singing bird
Took it home and caged it
I fed it more than ever
My Nightingale stopped singing

So I took it in its cage to the field
Then it sang me a sorrowful song
An elegy so sorrowful
That I released it out of sadness

It flew away to the nearest tree
Looked at me and sang me an Ode
I got home depressed

The next day at dawn
I heard a  new song as I meditate
At sunset another special song
And ever since I released
My beautiful Nightingale
From it caged
It has never stopped
Singing me a new song

Freedom is what makes the singing bird sing!
©Babashola

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