Why does the caged bird sing?
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Two questions lay before me on a dreary fork in the road.
One path a whimsical riddle.
The other something more.
In my foggy haze I stand and contemplate.
For a moment I am unsure.
Then…it dawns on me.
What if the caged bird….
…is the raven?
Angelou, Poe, and Frost converge! Clever!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I really like Poe and Frost.
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