Wings fluttered there,
under the cotton
skin, behind the
bars your fingers
pressed and pulled.

Wings started flapping
in the waft of air,
that produced breath
where before there
was no room.

Wings flickered so,
the chains were
rattling now, a
moan, a sigh, a
taste of the
sky.

Wings trembled still,
until the spell
was broken, the lock
had given way
and the cage door
flew open.