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The Nightingale
Like a nightingale,
she sits in her gilded cage.
So whatever could be wrong?
She has a sad tale.
Though inside she seethes with rage,
she sings the loveliest song.
Hate is in her heart;
revenge in her pretty head
as she plots the perfect crime.
She plays her sweet part;
while her captor feels no dread,
the nightingale bides her time.
Jan. 12, 2016
(oops, I had edited my metaphor to be a nightingale instead of a dove as I originally intended, and I forgot to change the last line. I hope this makes more sense to people now that I have changed the last line!)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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