Saturday, November 3, 2007

3.Behind Bars

He stood there looking laughingly at me

Wondering who this caged creature be

Held within this wall of concrete and steel

Wouldn’t she all cooped up and tied down feel?

With nonchalant disdain, he turned to preen

Thus eying him, I turned an envious green

As he picked his feathers with his beak so red

I felt wonderment deep inside me bred ….

For though trapped it seemed, he was

It was I who should be worried because

It was my world that was confining me

And though behind bars, HE was free !

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