Caged Recall

the cold can seep in

they never have much to say

these old bones

rushing towards decay

spidery and fragile

pitted beneath leather

broken in the past

now light as a feather

can they remember

the years streaming by

running jumping

early on trying to fly

a future of worms

smelling of must

spending their last moments

rocking into dust


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