Whispers Behind Bars
Reflection
In rusted cages, a tale unfolds,
Of freedom's call, a heart that holds.
A kitten's gaze, with eyes so bright,
Longs for the open, endless light.
The metal bars, a confining space,
Contrast with the wild, untamed face.
The rusty iron, worn with age,
Echoes whispers of a longing stage.
In this close-up, a story's spun,
Of resilience, a spirit won.
The kitten's paws, a gentle grasp,
A symbol of hope, in a confined past.
The eyes, a window to the soul,
Reflect a yearning, a heart made whole.
In this moment, a connection's made,
Between the viewer, and the kitten's shade.
A tale of freedom, a story told,
In the eyes of a kitten, young and bold.