Little Caged Birds

Green and white clothes

with a hat just too big,

tiny yellow shoes

waiting for the day.

A red tiny suit,

surrounded by a horid scene,

two faces of innocence

with no hope of escape.

Little caged birds

can be opened to the cats,

without the realization,

they won't be coming back.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741