Wings

For almost a life time
my wings were bound
though my soul wanted to fly
dance in the heat of my passion,
cried the Poet
Now I am free.
Now I am old.
Oh, I love flinging my petals
about, said the tulip.
I feel like a gypsy dancing
in a red skirt,
dazzling everyone with my wild beauty.
How exhilarating it was
to climb that tall redwood tree
all the way to the top,
cried the White Cat.
The fire department had to get me down,
and now I am an indoor cat.