What is it that keeps this bird in its cage
Why is it this baby screams all the day long?
Teach me, little one
I’ve tried to be heard but talked my throat hoarse
Help me remember, approach the world with curiosity and wonder
Days roll by with few words, or vignettes blink and are gone, till a prompt stirs and letters fall like rain, and a puddle begins to make sense. A quadrille for the prompt at https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/31/quadrille-129-a-curiosity-of-poems/