Caged

Looking out through iron bars,
Wondering what it would be like,
to be free.
I see others who have no cage,
No master to fear.
They play and dance.
They sing and shout.
I wish I could be like that.
But no, I am stuck here,
In my cage.
No one for company except my cruel master.
Here she comes now,
With another lumbering being of her build.
She holds a piece of food in front of me,
Just out of reach,
She's tormanting me.
"Come on, you can do it," she says,
"Just say it, and you can have some.
Alright I thought, I'll say it,
Just so you will go away.
"Polly wants a cracker," I said.

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