POETRY

This Caged Bird’s Rage

Where are my wings?

Photo by Phil Hearing on Unsplash

I sit upon my perch;
my wings, ready to lurch.

But instead I’m here
in this tiny prison

My wings are clipped,
so I shan’t go far

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Robin Klammer

Robin Klammer

PROUD CDN. Humorist, Royally FBTA. Owner/Editor of Ain't Yo' Mama's Tea Party. Garden of Neuro sister & Queen of Snark! 👑

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