I don't know what to title this

Here is a pair of parrot
Trapped in a photo frame
Painted long ago
Their colours have started to drain

And there is a thicking clock
Whose background has lost its glow
Moving relentless ahead
Time seems to be going slow

But these birds don't care at all
They keep flying high
The air may have died down
But still their wing sway

With cloud in various shapes
And wind blowing in a new fashion
The bright and the blue widespread sky
Seems to be their destination

Trying to touch that vast sky
A kite soar up high
But the watching boy hold its string
It let out a resigned sigh

Hunting for her son
A woman comes up to the terrace
Finding him to be save and sound
A smile spread across her face

Watching the scene unfold
A monkey sat there alone
When suddenly the string breaks
It watch the kite getting blown

Experiencing freedom for once
The kite soar as high as it can
Watching it, he lets out a sigh
Returning from work, a common man

Just outside his house
He watches a plant dry
Emptying his half finished bottle
A new life he grant

A kid running around
Watches the scene unfold
Gives him something to think about
A story to be told

Hr rushes home to tell the story
But alas, there's is no one there
But no, he doesn't get sad at all
He narrate it to his ready bear

Though it listens patiently
It hardly have time to spare
Since the television is playing it favourite show
We,the bears bear

By the time the show ends
Moon shows up in the sky
Singing the world to sleep
It waves everyone goodbye

this poem is aspired by the little things we see around us
seriously i don't know the title to give this