Whispers in the Bars
Reflection
In the shadows, a guardian watches,
Through weathered slats, eyes gleam,
A mystic presence, soft and cunning,
Beckons the heart to pause and dream.
Like us, it seeks freedom's gate,
Yet finds solace in a hidden state,
Observing worlds both near and far,
A silent witness, wise and rare.
In its gaze, a tale unfolds,
Of patience, strength, and stories untold,
A bridge between the wild and tame,
A reminder to reclaim our inner flame.