This caged bird knows little of a free life,
Will never feel the touch of a branch,
Will never see the sun set past the trees that should be its home.
Her green, red, and blue feathers vibrant under the light,
But forgotten,
Perched for an eternity,
Longing for a world she knows nothing of,
The swaying of her swing mimics the air that should rush through her wings,
She remains prisoner, held for amusement.
Her only friend… her own reflection,
But the mirror doesn’t speak,
Or sing the tunes of the wild,
So she calls out,
Hopelessly,
Waiting for some sort of response,
But the room remains silent