A bird and I

experimenting

I line my cage with feathers
These assorted portraits of striking shades
Are my bright reminders lost too You
Who are free of bleak captivity

As I attempt to recollect a time of freedom
I’m reminded of eternity and
My perpetual prison of crimson
Adorned meticulously with beauty and misery
So piercing a display it dissolves the cage

Yes, many salient shades hide my scarlet reds
For every day recalled in these sullen grays
A special feather was plucked and displayed
Ultimately, all were laid, muting the depraved
Eventually, turning my plight with flight
Into a portrait of pain and resolve, radiating light
Problem solved….