He steals her because she is something beautiful
And he puts her in a golden birdcage covered in gems
He says she is the brightest gem in his collection
She yearns for freedom
Misses her flock
She gazes with unseeing eyes through the bars
And thinks of clear skies and morning dew and flying again
He admires her and calls her precious
He adorns her with gifts she doesn't want
The cage might be golden but it's still a prison
So her eyes glaze over over time
Her wings can only flutter weakly now
She won't be able to fly ever again
YOU ARE READING
serendipity
Poetryserendipity; ser·en·dip·i·ty (n.) : finding something good without looking for it. A collection of poems and short stories.
