Member Poem

The birdcage sat silently in the corner as it always had.

It was never used for its intended purpose.

She thought it was too cruel to cage anything that could fly.

It used to be filled, daily, with fresh flowers.
It was a beacon of spring, bright and joyful.

It has been untouched for quite a while.
The once lively greenery shrunk into brown lifeless carcasses now lining the bottom of the cage, occasionally slipping through the bars and drifting onto the floor.

I still admired it, just not in the same way as before.