Imprisoned- A Poem

[ayaneloveP]

Imprisoned

I huddle in the musty corner
and flatten my body against the cold, rough bars
in a futile attempt to keep warm.
I let out a shaky sigh, and watch
as the cloud of my breath engulfs the cage.
I twist and turn, irritated by the crude hay
and the mass of dirt littered over the floor.
My bowl of untouched carrots and dry cucumbers
sits in the far left corner,
gathering cobwebs and inches of dust.
I gingerly fold my wings, and silently accept
that I will never fly again.

Every morning, when the clock strikes eight,
Rose saunters by my haven with a toss of her hair,
as if she would spare me a glance.
She casually throws in several bread crumbs,
and a small plastic toy the size of her palm
that even a toddler would throw away.
This goes on and on.
Nights, she creeps over in her frilly pink nightgown,
and strokes my wings with grubby hands
and her breath reeking of booze
when she thinks I am asleep.
I resist pecking her hands with my sharp beak
to escape her glaring eyes.

One bright Sunday morning, I wake to the sound of bluebirds
and a light breeze hitting my body.
I cautiously open my eyes and nearly shout with joy
when I see the door open.
With Rose nowhere in sight I push the hay aside,
stretch my tired wings, and soar into the air.


dunno if this makes sense...the bold part is parts that i think are awkward. any suggestions how to make it better?