this bird has flown

are these wings? i can't tell
feathered fright on a cat out of hell
call him the Bird, call him the Bird,
he turns evil, and is ev'lly unheard
a flinch, a fidget, a fever,, , a freak
sweetsick songs in creeches and screaks
the cluck and clatter of a bat with no name,
in a cage, on a perch, he goes in sane

&, when i awoke, i was alone (     this bird has flown)

isn't it good               †                          Norwegian wood?

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