on Sundays
I dance in a gilded cage,
a secret retreat
from the real world.
My jailors indulge my
every whim,
handle me with
velvet hands
like living
treasure.
The cage door is
open for they know
I thrive and am
content with their care,
having no desire
for flight
into the unknown.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
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