His Awakening

In the warm month of June,

A man of young age

Would sit out at noon

And soak up the rays

There were plenty of birds

Who always flew by

But one particular dove

Had caught his eye

Without hesitation,

She flew into his arms

He said he would protect her

From any harm

So the man kept the dove

That he loved in a cage

So she would dance for him

Like a ballerina on stage

As Autumn approached,

The bird was still sweet

The man filled with joy

When he heard her tweet

The man began to wrinkle

As the days grew colder

While stuck in her cage,

The dove, too, got older

The dove could no longer

Perform the same tricks

In fact, the dear thing

Began to look sick

She had used up her energy

He had run her dry

The bird had a longing

To return to the sky

“I have taken care of you,”

He began to plea

“After all I have done,

Do you not love me?”

It was not common

For a pet to rebel

The man was concerned

Though he tried not to dwell

He had left the room,

Admittedly enraged

As the dove poked with beak

To escape from the cage

To the nearby window ledge,

The little birdie flew

Ready to escape

To begin her life anew

Her little wings could not

Carry her away

Because her whole life

Was spent in a cage

As she leaped from the ledge,

The man let out a cry

His dove had left him

Only to die

The man could not fathom,

Why his love would leave

Is it better to be dead,

If it means you are free?