She's locked in the cage, I'm roaming freely in this world,
As the distance grows steadily, I pine for her word,
Straining hard my ears, to pick her faintest sound,
Eager to return home, relieved that she's still around.
She's bound in a cage, I'm bound to her,
Have to return before noon, there's no time to err,
Have to feed her on time, ensure shade from light,
By caring for her deeply, make the cage feel right.
She's tiny and weak, which justifies the cage,
I'll have to eventually release- the thought fills me with rage.
It's a wild world out there, where lurk predators and friends,
No matter how I get attached, there's only one way this ends.
I'll be a prisoner of her memories, for me, no turning page,
She'll roam freely in the world, while I'll be locked in this cage.
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