The Bird

The cage she’s in is paper thin,

She sits upon her perch and then

She cries, a chirp, a whistle, a hymn,

But no one hears the bird.

 

The world she’s in is waging war,

She cannot try to match the score.

And now, she screams out, “Nevermore”,

But no one hears the bird.

 

Flutter as she might, she fails,

Falls to the clutch of someone else.

And then she tries to rise herself,

But no one hears the bird.

 

The abyss of all she is feels lost,

Alone and trapped, she’s at a loss.

Then someone comes along and stops,

And someone hears the bird. 

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