On-the-go poetry entry #9

"The Canary"

The Canary
Who built her own cage around her
Built it so strong
Propped and polished 
Until it became her home

The Canary
Who built her own cage around her
Sang in her cage
Precise and proud
Until it became her prison

The Canary
Who built her own cage around her
Remembered beyond it
Far and infeasible
Until it became her escape

The Canary
Opened her sunshine wings and soared
Until gone was the cage that confined her



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