Little Robin

Just random thoughts as I worked through a writers block.

Bird in a cage
but not gilded
Robin is she

This little Robin
so small in
a world of giants

Held in giant hands
whether kind or evil
a cage is still a cage

What is the true face
of the giant who holds?
Fears can take a form

That cages becomes a home
a home becomes a cage
soon crush little Robin

Fly away