Regardless of when my preferred bedtime lies,
The lights are replaced at nine with bloodcurling cries
In the dark of the night the screeching only gets higher
I make yet another mark to join the 56 prior
Each day I plea for freedom, a prisoner to no crime
Looking for the real reason I’m serving this time
Believe it: I was actually captured in the night by men in black
Lickety-split, a sack over my head — too weak to fight back
My experience has been arduous, my life an unfortunate blight
To escape would be marvelous, through the golden gate take flight
I would soar above my cage, leaving a torturous toddler below
Hoping to resume a normal life as I sail out the window