“My Beautiful Cage” by Tami Boehle-Satterfield

What did I expect?

F r e e d o m.

What did I do?

I gathered moss and lined the floor.

Over days I labored,

Moving stone slabs for a bed,

And a chair,

And a table.

Out of vines and twigs I wove a wall,

And another,

And another,

Until there were four and a roof.

I invite blue birds to make me a feathered quilt.

I dried fistfuls of flowers and hung them on the walls.

And I built myself a beautiful little cage.