Caged Hope

Caged Hope The window cool to my face as I lay my head against it the closeness reveals the dinginess and chipped paint showing many seasons forgot A small robin bounces in the charred yellow grass hoping against hope to find a meal in this dry, desolate land looking as weary and depressed as I Noticing me looking through the glass, somewhat curious or maybe in disdain he sides his head and takes to flight, something is sure to be over the next hill Escape all in flight, renew hope silence overtakes the noise below climbing higher as the wind cools, refreshes Yes ,just over the next hill all will be wonderful, all problems solved new start, new scenery, all forgotten My finger making circular motions on the window pulls me reluctantly from holiday, but for a moment I was there