Caged Vigilance

In rusty bars, a tale unfolds, Of freedom lost, and stories told. A cat's fierce gaze, a heart aflame, Longing to roam, to hunt, to claim. The world outside, a distant hum, As vigilance becomes its plight to succumb. Yet, in its eyes, a spark remains, A flame that flickers, a spirit that sustains. Through the metal grid, a story's spun, Of resilience, of a heart that's won. The cat's fierce beauty, a wondrous sight, A symbol of hope, in the dark of night.