To Catch A Scarlet Macaw Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

To catch a Scarlet Macaw
I caught a little Scarlet Macaw and I made a beautiful cage for it.
Every night when the moon would smile, I'd sit out for the show and this beautiful bird would sing a soothing serenade on repeat.
I'd toil my fingers to give it breadcrumbs galore and then I'd give it water to drink whenever I saw fit.
Every day I'd take minimal strolls with it and then some more and every night I'd watch it flip around in this cage I'd called home for it.
This beautiful Scarlet Macaw was my endless joy and more, I'd come home to a can of beer watching it sing while sat in that cosy sit.
But one day, I left the cage door open and it flew out through that ever open window in my living room.
It met with similar birds of its kind and together they explored the vast wonders of the world, so when I caught it again to place it back in to that cage; this once so boisterous Macaw was ever gloomy as if to say a part of its wings was cut off.
Every night when the moon would smile, I'd sit out for the show and observed this bird, but it wouldn't sing anymore; nor would it flip around in that cage that it once knew as home.
Neither breadcrumbs nor water would ever satisfy its hunger for freedom and so every night I am caught up in this profound dilemma; whether to hold on to it for that sentimental value it placed upon my heart or to let it go despite the void that would replete the four chambers of my heart.
In all honesty, my most mammoth fear to let it go is how to go from here and spend those nights when the moon smiles without its most endearing music.
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