Poetry #87

"I'm free,"
the little
bird chirped.

Though cage,
the bird
kept on
singing her
heart out.

She's there
content and
always happy.

"You are
not free,
little bird,"
the young
man said.

"You are
my prisoner,
can' you
not see?"

But little
did he
know the
little bird
was crying
help for
dear life.

The young
man does
not understand
her cries.