I am the snowbird

I paid a visit to Guan Im (The Goddess of Mercy), not too long ago
And asked for her enlightenment
With a lotus flower.

She kindly answered
By means of Fortune Sticks
Number 84, I think, was it.

She said I am the snowbird
That once soared heights
Loved the freedom; Loved the sights

But for no rhyme nor reason
It decended the skies
And the silly lil' thing got lost, & trapped itself
In a cage; And thus, It cries.

The Unhappy Snowbird is helpless and forlorn
For its wings have been clipped, so to speak.
She said there is no way the Snowbird can escape
And its only hope is.. luck.

Oh, someone please come..
Release the tormented soul from its jail

It hopes for salvation & the love it once knew
Or the poor Snowbird, will soon be forever
Broken.