The Caged One

July 11, 2006

Edging toward the cottage
The sound of screeches can heard
The cottage, cozy and bright
Held a solitary cage in the center
The dirt floor swept clean and
An erected cage
Made of bamboo
Stands alone within.
Within the cage is something
So much more exotic than a bird
More so than a monkey
So much more than any tropical or wild animal
But still, the creature is wild...
And Animal
The creature,
Caged and screaming
Beating and scraping,
Squirms and wriggles restlessly within.
Her Captor?
Gone
She sits alone within her cage;
Enticement and key both long gone
Will no one come to release her from her prison?
Will she sit alone in her cage forever?
She looks from her cage out into the doorway.
She tugs at her cropped hair
And pulls at the strange garments
Before shaking the bars of her prison.

She only longs for freedom.
Will it never come?
She longs to be out;
Out into the doorway
What was that faint glimmer?
She tries standing and shaking her cage,
But it was erected into the ground long ago.
How much longer?
Will she never feel the sun...
Or the rain...
The breeze?
Will she ever be released from her cage?