While walking my dog in the morning, I noticed a man feeding his bird in the cage. That is when it struck me, “who is the in cage really, the man stuck with everyday rote, or the bird?”.
The thought germinated into a poem at the end of work day into “caged”. A simple sighting with a deep meaning.

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