Time for me to suck it up and actually post a poem I've written. I have so, so many it's almost hard for me to choose. ANYway, I'm just stalling, so here you go! It's called "The Bird's Castle."
Once upon a subtle winter’s day
A traveler came upon a castle grey
Within whose windows cheering, hopeful light
Came forth, banishing the bitter night.
The traveler climbed the long and winding way
That led– eventually– to castle grey
The light reflected in his weary eyes
He pushed the door and neatly slipped inside.
The curious traveler found himself alone
In the cavernous vestibule of stone
He peeked inside a large and oaken door
To find within bronze cages, numbered four.
The first cage held a parrot, gaily hued
In rich, exotic greens and reds and blues
But had a rather haughty, lofty gaze
That dimmed its colorful and radiant shades.
The second cage contained a placid dove
Whose disposition prompts the memory of
A quiet boy who spoke naught out of turn
In school, but thus forgot to learn.
The third cage held a raven, hoarse and cross
Whose icy glare could chill fire into frost
A bitter and an unforgiving breed
Disinterest forced the traveler to proceed.
To the fourth and final cage, in which sat proud
A wild and restless hawk, gray head unbowed
Its strong, broad wings were blue and eyes were bright
A crime to ban this glory from its flight
The traveler pondered which of four was best
And which to free and keep from all the rest
In the end he chose the wild hawk to age
For a king of air cannot be bound by cage.
Gay colors and a meek and gentle touch
Are virtues and are prized, perhaps too much
But here is the lesson our traveler could see:
A bird who loves his cage was never free.
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