The Gilded Cage

Gold Diamond Texture by Ian L

The Gilded Cage

He bought the cage and lined it

with competent care–

filled tiny cups with seeded

fuel and cool water

and when all was ready

in cupped hands placed

her gently there

Placed that cage in a window where

he thought the sun would bring her to song

instead the creature bashed in self assault

against the bright gilded bars all day long

Screeching in double, treble endless time

beseeching mercy, release a simple easy

flight out into the waiting soaring sky so blue

She screamed and screeched for six years through

bashed her tiny head into the unyielding cage

for six years she screamed in unheard outrage

The hapless humans, peeked tisked and clucked

added each failed attempt at escape to their list

Then brought another prisoner – watched her to be kissed

this the final insult trigger they, as all, completely missed

A compassionate one might this final direction surely guess

next morning the tiny feathered fighter surrendered - gone

stiff-legged on her back, vacant eyed and free

Free- finally,

after a fashion,

more or less




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