The Bird and Its Cage

Written on: March 2015

Revised on: January 2024

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In a cage of bars, both cold and steel,

A bird with wings, an unbroken zeal.

Feathers aflame, a desire to soar,

Against the confines, it longs for more.

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In the first stage, a fervent desire,

To shatter the chains, reach higher and higher.

The cage a prison, the sky a dream,

Freedom whispers in each silent scream.

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Yet time unfolds in captive plight,

A resilience found in the darkest night.

Wings may flutter, against the bars they beat,

But in the cage's song, a rhythm sweet.

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Amidst the shadows of captivity,

The bird discovers a strange serenity.

Content in her nest, though freedom calls,

The cage, a haven, where comfort enthralls.

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Accustomed to echoes within her domain,

A captive heart learns to dance in the rain.

The bars, once daunting, now a sheltered dome,

A peculiar comfort, a new-found home.

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The puppeteer's strings, unseen and sly,

In the masquerade, a bird learns to comply.

A pet adorned, a guise embraced,

In gilded chains, her destiny traced.

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Acceptance blooms in the captive's heart,

A pet she becomes, a scripted part.

No longer a rebel against the cage,

But a puppet adorned, a silent sage.

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In the final act, the curtain falls,

A bird's lament within the gilded walls.

A pet masked in feathers, a captive's role,

A marionette's dance, an eternal stroll.