Sorrows of a Yard Bird

Aiyeko-ooto trails scattered crumbs of a yard bird. Brief moment to spare, then you are the next guest of imagined yard bird. You'll hear stories Decades old, of land behind stones, puddle at its claws, balance in its wings and finally, how tomorrow is scored! Yard bird lives in a yard, chained there only by, own loss of will. It has lost passion for hunting, resigned to handouts. Deluded of chances of flying again, it tells stories of the past lovers, in great places it's seen beyond. Complains of puddles on its webbed claws. Instructs but does no air acrobatics, where it used to reign. Procrastinates,soon; take to the air again. Aiyeko-ooto in (50 poems),5 movements anthology brings yard bird. With tall tales of ancestry; monarchy deep. With fantasy of lovers, in great castles. Of today, vehemently complain but do nothing. Quick to point out; how best we ought to love or live. Yard Birds, always they say they have answers. Aiyeko-ooto asked -How come you are the way you are, if you have all figured?