Caged

 I'm in a small cage, and there dosen't seem to be any way out! Round and round I go peering thru the bars as life itself goes by.I ponder at all the free birds outside, where do they all go, and why aren't they all in cages too!
 I'm eating and eating........ the seed weighs me down. I feel tired and sluggish. I just want to sleep! Oh to be free from this cage, like all those other birds out there, but I can't leave,...it's safe,..it's my home,..it's the prison Iv'e built bar by bar by bar. Someday I'll find the hidden door. Then I'll fly away! FREEDOM!

                                             by Donna Evans 7-8-04