My little bird

My little bird
Puts his bill on my check
When I take it and carry it on my shoulders
It does not peck me
But it just touches my ckeeck softly.
I sometimes open its cage
I want it to be free
But she doesn’t want
My bird my little bird
Why o we do the same?
Why do we refuse to enjoy life?
Because the person who is taking care of us
We need her
And a lot
I see her long wings
But she doesn’t use them
They are just there
Useless
We just stay here
Pretending to be happy.