Poetry #48

The bird
cage sings
as heavenly
the bird
caged within.

It was
her who
first to
see bird
to sleep
and wake.

It was
her who
in her
bosoms the
little bird
falls asleep.

The bird's
tuneful song
is what
that keeps
the bird
cage sane.

It is
the bird's
beautiful voice
that let
her speak.

In her
iron bars,
she whispers,
be free.