Caged
There is freedom in a bird’s song
although it sits in a briar cage,
thorns interlocking ready to
shred colorful feathers.
The bird spreads its wings
growing tired of the cage,
willing to give everything to escape
leaps through the briars
making it through unscathed.
I stand and watch through
a wall of glass, the Sun shining
through into my sheetrock prison.
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I’m a big fan of birdsong and bird poetry. Thanks for capturing this moment. Lovely form. Briar and bird have such good sounds, too.
You carry that alliteration a little into the S sounds in the final stanza. Great!
Nice contrast between the light and feathery parts and the harsh sounding “sheetrock.”
brb, stealing sheetrock prison. well done.