Bird In Cage

My heart empties, A trapped nightingale With drooping neck Leaping to survive In a windowsill, Fluttering without cease Against the glass, Not panicking, Unafraid to die, Except to feel The final cut To feeling's artery, Dropping feathers From injured wings, Barred from soaring Runaway with delight Among the blooming Jubilant sassafras trees Bending through Cupid's Wind-slashed sky.
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