TPCASTT
T:tittle- Why the bird is happy in hostile conditions

P:paraphrase-
1st stanza- A bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats down till it stops
and dips his wing in the sun rays

2nd stanza- a bird that stalks down his cage
can seldom see through his bars
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

3rd stanza- the caged bird sings
of things unknown
and his tune is heard on the hill
for a caged bird sings of freedom.

4th stanza- The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the winds soft through the sighing trees
and the worms waiting on a down-bright lawn and he claims the sky

5th stanza- But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare sceam
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied and sing

6th stanza- the caged bird sings
of things unknown
and his tune is heard on the hill
for a caged bird sings of freedom.

Connotation:
personification-A free bird leaps on the back of the wind.
consonance- line 1- bird and wind
alliteration- his nad hill
assonance- his distance

A: attitude- brisk and descriptive

S:Shifts-
T:title- why the someone that is not free acts so happy.
T:theme- the difference between the caged and the free bird.

I know why the caged bird sings
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

by Maya Angelou