Whispers from the Bars

In grimy steel, a soul is trapped, A kitten's eyes, with wonder wrapped. Through rusty bars, a gaze so bright, A plea for freedom, a heart alight. With fur of gray and orange hue, A tiny prisoner, with spirit anew. The world's vastness, beyond the gate, A call to adventure, an uncertain fate. Yet, in those eyes, a spark remains, A light that flickers, through joy and pains. For in the depths, a wildness sleeps, A dream of freedom, it secretly keeps. And when the moment comes to roam, This little heart, will find its home. In every glance, a story's told, Of resilience, young and bold.