Poems about canaries

Canary occasionally longs for a free sky, but it can't be separated from a delicate cage. Full of yearning for the unknown blue sky, but afraid of wind and rain. Tired of the same life, but used to ease. Perhaps, I have already lost the courage to feed alone and given up the magnificence of fighting the sky. Just like I am now, timid and indecisive. Sometimes I am eager to change the status quo, but for some internal or external reasons, I always feel very comfortable with the status quo. Perhaps, I have already lost my once strong wings. This shiny fur is no longer suitable for flying.