Whispers Behind Bars
Reflection
In the depths of rusty cages, a tale unfolds,
A tiny king, with eyes that behold,
The world outside, a mystery to claim,
A fragile heart, with a spirit that proclaims.
With fur as soft as a summer breeze,
And whiskers that tremble with gentle ease,
The kitten's gaze, a window to the soul,
A reflection of freedom, a heart that makes whole.
The metal bars, a confining space,
A contrast to the wild, untamed face,
Yet, in this cage, a story's told,
Of resilience, of a spirit bold.
The rusty metal, a backdrop worn,
A testament to time, to moments born,
The kitten's paws, a gentle grasp,
A longing for freedom, a future to clasp.