Gilded Captivity
Reflection
In rusted bars, a tale unfolds,
A cat's fierce spirit, young and old.
With eyes like lanterns, bright and wide,
It gazes out, with a heart inside.
The metal cage, a story tells,
Of freedom lost, and secret spells.
The whiskers twitch, the ears so fine,
A prisoner of circumstance, divine.
Yet, in its gaze, a fire burns,
A longing for the wild that yearns.
To roam free, under sun's warm light,
And dance with shadows, through the night.
The rusty bars, a gilded frame,
For a wild heart, with a captive's claim.
In this still moment, we behold,
A tale of freedom, young and old.