Victorious (Death)

the small bird
banged against its cage
for years;
flapping its wings,
trying to get out.

then finally one morning,
the door was left open!
the bird emerged,
battered and bruised,
but victorious....

and flew away
into the limitless sky.

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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