Caged Whispers
Reflection
In the quiet of the cage, a soul whispers to the sky,
Its eyes, windows to a world it cannot touch.
The bars are cold, yet the spirit burns bright,
A beacon of hope in the shadow of confinement.
The fur, a tapestry of earth and light,
Speaks of freedom lost and dreams unfulfilled.
The gaze, piercing and unyielding,
Challenges the very walls that hold it tight.
In its eyes, we see ourselves,
Trapped by the cages we build,
Yet yearning for the open sky,
The wild that calls to our souls.
This cat is more than fur and bone,
It is a mirror, a guide, a friend,
A reminder that even in the darkest of nights,
The spirit can still soar, unbound.
Let its gaze be a call to rise,
To break the chains of our own making,
And find the wild within,
Where the heart beats free, unchained.