@Angel with a music box
Ok, this is a pretty random one, but I kind of like it (sorry it's kind of long):
There’s a mockingbird on my shoulder,
That whispers in my ear,
She sings and whistles and hops about,
Until some one else comes near,
Around her ankle sits an unbreakable chain,
In the form of a golden thread,
That tethers her form to my side, and my life,
At least, that’s what she said,
She can’t remember her name or home, or anything in-between,
All she knows is a sweet little poem,
And the dozens of songs that she sings,
The poem doesn’t rhyme, nor make any real sense,
But she said it and was happy,
And that hasn’t stopped since,
My Mockingbird sings of skies, and her nest in the trees,
In spring she sings of flowers,
In the fall she sings of leaves,
She told me once that she wished she could fly,
That she didn’t feel free,
And the thought made me cry,
I told her she could leave, any time she did please,
But she ignored what I said,
And started singing of seas,
Of a man with blind eyes, who fell in love with the waves,
Of the Pirates that plundered,
And hid treasures in caves,
She sings in my ear, all the songs ever heard,
And sometimes I sing back,
To my trapped little bird.
