Optical Illusion

There my cardinal sits, looking down from an oak tree

Fluffing up his feathers, glowing red and cheerful song

He sings for me, I watch and I admire that bird so free

The cold wind blows, he shivers. I wonder if it's wrong

To keep him in a cage, by my bed and near my heart?

He would be mine, only mine. A gilded home for good

Where he could never be wanting for love, to be a part

Of my life, to never know cold, do you think I should?

No, I could not. I will never cage my beautiful red bird

He needs to fly. To be free from a confining adoration

It's selfish of me, selfish when I still imagine that word

Always there, the optical illusion of a lover's sensation