I Caught a Raven

A poem about the freedom of a soul and our love for it. Yet, we seek to control it so that it suits our needs. Originally written for a woman I knew that was as free as a bird.

I caught a raven by it's tail

It fluttered, yet it did not flail

And before it could up and fly away

I slammed it inside of a cage

 

It didn't scream, yelp, or holler

But accepted scene against desire

Shocked or calm I shall never know

Imprisoned, but I was never foe

 

I kept it there for what I deem as days

There, where I beam, and there it stays

Telling friends of the young captured soul

Never accepting the eventual toll

 

Until a day the raven began to sing

The beautiful soft song would ring

Across empty halls

            and abandoned rooms

Amongst bitter aromas

            and smokey fumes

 

It stopped its song for just a moment

Bit the latch, that would prolong it

Worked at it with it's full avail

Until the cage was an empty shell

 

So now here I sit once again

Remembering, my long gone friend

Waiting for the next raven to come my way

And sit in this cage

            Where it shall stay.

Author's Note

For you're enjoyment. Feel free to leave any commentary, opinions, or criticism. Please, make any criticism constructive, so that I can grow from it.