In a dream,
I see the raven
fly into the night;
his dark song beckoning
from his beak.
Shiny black wings promise
flight,
but to where?
I watch as the
pair of doves bellow
their songs of love
and with a rush of
angels wings
fly heavenward.
I hear the
bluebirds and
sparrows little hum of
hope fade softly into
the afternoon sun,
and I wonder,
what does it all mean?
Then I see them, and
many other kinds of
birds, with beautiful bright
colors,
Parakeets and parrots,
eagles and herons...even
a dodo and they are
all rotting in cages.
Some of the cages are
open,
others are closed,
but all the birds are
lying on their sides,
sad dead eyes,
staring blankly,
finished and flightless.
and I get it.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Loss of freedom, chokes out life whether physical or emotional. Nicely worded Thomas.
Thank you.
Cages don't have a place in the free world do they .. I get it too fella .. N
Thank, brother.
another write to read, digest,
then read again Thomas.
Thank you, my friend.
Wow Thomas, those last birds incredibly creative and quite the epic, brilliant, loved every line, the stanza of the raven spoke very loud. 🌹
Thank you so much, Teddy. I appreciate it.
Fine words Thomas.
Andy
Thanks.
Good write T.
What happened to me? I was The Birdman. lol.
lol. You are flying free.
Well done!
Thank you.
Good Write.
Thank you.
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