The silver-winged bird lies bound in iron chains,
Its pulse runs wild — a frantic beat inside.
No hand can carve the wings that flight sustains;
Lone stars above bear witness to its pride.
It waits in hush beneath the iron rings,
But in the shop’s dim light, a stranger’s eye
Beholds the bird — its fear eclipses wings,
Yet still its beauty makes the stranger sigh.
With trembling hands, they draw the cage in near,
And pay the price to set its spirit free.
The bars unlatch — it flickers out of fear,
Then spreads its pinions, soaring joyfully.
And for the stranger’s heart, it sings once more;
Now soul meets soul, and both begin to soar.
Japti Dang is a Year 3 student who enjoys writing imaginative and tense stories that blend realism with the mysterious.