The Great Escape

There was class today.
We had a break.
I went for coffee.
Bought from The Deck.
I returned to AS7.
I saw a bird.
It was a mynah.
It looked so forlorn.
Standing at the door.
(Made of solid glass.)
It accidentally flew in.
But had no egress.
I thought I’d help.
I opened the door.
I turned to look.
At the damn bird.
It had skittered away.
The door swung shut.
It hit my coffee.
Which spilled on me.
My nice t-shirt, specifically.
I was pretty horrified.
But steeled my resolve.
I opened the door.
And left it ajar.
I walked one round.
To shoo the bird.
Out the damn door.
Mynah got the message.
It flapped away hurriedly.
Into sweet spring’s freedom.
I stood there staring.
At the coffee stain.
Then at the bird.
I smiled to myself.
(Secretly; no one saw.
They’d think me mad.
If they don’t already.)
Said under my breath.
To the departing mynah.
“Max Perry, go free.”