Caged Splendor
Reflection
In rusted bars, a tale unfolds,
A feline form, with eyes of gold.
The world outside, a distant haze,
As freedom's call, in whispers sways.
With fur of orange, striped with night,
It gazes out, with piercing sight.
The light beyond, a warm embrace,
A longing heart, in a confined space.
The bars, a frame, a story tell,
Of wildness lost, and a soul that dwells.
In this cage, a spirit remains,
A flame that burns, with untamed refrains.
Yet, in its eyes, a spark is lit,
A beacon bright, that refuses to quit.
For though confined, its heart is free,
A symbol of hope, for you and me.