A Nightingale In A Golden Cage The nightingale rests in her golden cage, Her soft head pressed against the bars. Her silky dark feather now barred by wealth, They cage her in gold to make her like them, Much rather prefers her simpler ways. Missing the star studded nights, Her sweet song echoing in the night. Forced to hear her chip blunted in the golden cage. Tries to fly out, wings smack the bars Feeling weak she flutters to the ground, The nightingale lays in the golden cage. #titlechallenge #nightingale
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