Fly the Cage

Fly the Cage


in the field beyond the forest
like hunters we wait with

snakes near the starts of high
grass- that dusts the deer's daily

insects from the furry fields
on the earth of its skin- we

sway as the wind brushes
the tops of the purple flowers

in the wake we throw our nets
and fish off the ledge of the earth

towards the clouds with a spider
net weaved tightly between

micro holes among nano-fibers
to funnel our minuscule prey. their

colorful wings flap on our white
canvas with strokes of panic

and we jar them once their wings
stop only to study the patterns on

their wings- we never make sense
of the shapes from our eyes or win

the battle with what we do not
know in the nature of this life




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Prompt: Write a story or poem with the title: Fly the Cage


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