Early this morning
Whilst stood on the street
The plumpest wee robin
Landed at my feet
It looked like she’d managed
To escape her cage
And that she was ready
To face winter’s rage
Unfathomable Cruelty
Only I
know why
the caged
bird sings
It’s because
some bastard
clipped it’s
wings
Yet as the
tears rise
and the
anger stings
The bird
knows it’s
just one of
those things
(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
A caged bird is quite sad. 😦
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Very much so 😔🖤
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Not ur usual post!
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I know! 🙈 An attempt at allegory which I don’t quite think comes off… Still, I really liked the original piece so I had to find some way of posting it again! 😁🖤
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Nice revamp of your original piece – much more uplifting ending! ❤
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It’ll never last 😉🖤
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Brave. Can I have her cage, then? 😉
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I’ll mail it over straight away! 😉🖤
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This may be my favourite poem(s) of yours to date. I really love how you used the bird and referenced the caged bird to convey human emotions
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Aw that’s really kind of you, thank you so much! 😊
That means a lot as this was one of those ‘I know what I wanted to say but I don’t think I did it too well’ poems, so I’m chuffed my intention came across 🖤🖤
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Oh I know that feeling! Yes your intention came through for sure
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Haha! Glad it’s not just me! 😉 And thank you again 🖤🖤
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