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The Bird Cage

March 20, 2014
By TheFlamingInferno BRONZE, Thornwood, New York
TheFlamingInferno BRONZE, Thornwood, New York
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As I sit down for breakfast,
my eyes wander to the cage sitting across the room
wherein sits a bird on a swinging throne.
It is just an ordinary bird, with a yellow head
that compliments its green body
I begin to wonder what it does all day
its entire world enclosed in a cage.
If it wants to leave it cannot;
for it is trapped, confined, ensnared
It solely moves for food and drink;
and when I cast the tarp over the cage,
only then, will it sleep.
It appears the cage has become part of the bird,
and the bird, so it seems, has accepted it.


The author's comments:
The works pf Billy Collins inspired me to write this piece.

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