Caged

A unanimous force molded Iron around the shadowed figure in the cage. Daily schedules of scarce food and much time alone within the small space entrapped the creature inside grey endless routine. At first there was some chirping from visitors, letters, but outsiders fly on and learn ugly truths easier to ignore than to face. He once fluttered in the cage flirting with the idea of escaping but too afraid of further consequence to try. So inside, he sulked reflecting on faults tearing for discomfort, the melting of a clock, and squawking to others to fill the empty burnt orange days. When he was finally set free by the unjust owner he was cryptic. his child was grown. He wanted to fly but couldn't remember how.