The little bird
Asleep
In her new 'home'
She opens her eyes
Her coal-black eyes
Contrasting
With her bright
Yellow feathers.
She pokes out
Her tiny head
From under her wings
Taking in
The environment around
With disgust
As she stares at
The bars of the cage.
She hops around
Exploring the confined space
Though
There's nothing much
To explore
Within the hard
Revolting
Prison bars.
She tries
To flutter her wings
To jump off
And fly away
Away, from this
Ghastly jail
But there's no escaping
The bars of the cage.
Dejected
She sits down
Helpless, hopeless
Gazing at the
Bright blue sky
Which is taunting her
At her inability
To soar.
Oh, how she hates
People
Behaving as if
They've never
Seen a bird before
And pressing
their faces to
The bars of the cage.
She hates them
Throwing in food
To her
As if that's a favor
Let her go free, then
And watch her
Hunt
Which she's adept at.
But trapped here
She can do
Nothing
At all
Except ponder
At her ill-fate
To be stuffed behind
The bars of the cage.
How she misses
The exhilaration
Of flight
Of soaring
To the sun
Of feeling her wings
Spread out
Cutting through the clouds.
She sees
Other birds on trees
Twittering, chittering
Not realizing the worth
Of what they have
Freedom
She wonders if she'll ever get hers, from
The bars of the cage.
YOU ARE READING
THE BARS OF THE CAGE
Random✨Featured✨ Best Opening Poetry: Berry Pancake Awards 🥈 2nd position: Berry Pancake Awards A little bird gets trapped by a bird-catcher and gets sold to a household, where it is kept caged. This poem is about how she feels about being there, about h...
