I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings- A Tribute To Maya Angelou Poem by Dorothy Sinha

I live in a house;
Drawn curtains
landscaped garden,
- A picture of content

My restless soul
Scrolls
The pages of my dreams;
Scouting
For a wayward trout
Over precarious ledges
And a dancing stream;

Spends sleepless nights on dried grass
A canopy of stars
A gentle breeze, rustling leaves;
Is music to my ears

Do you not miss the warmth of a home?
Your comfort zone?

A bohemian
at heart; how do I live days in oblivion?
I pen my thoughts
To untie the knots
Is this why the caged bird sings
Pinning;
For the lost sky