Caged In these twin cages, with ribs of bone, rests a blue bird on one side, and on the other, a mocking bird of black. Fed, by the hands of fate, seeds of doubt and a reign of fire. What are feathers that are not used to fly and whose only taste of air comes as they fall to the depths? Warm are these birds locked with the turn of a ghost key. Blue is the bird perched by the heart that beats for no one. Mocking is the feathered creature whose thoughts roost in a lost mind. Then one day, fate looks away and the two birds are left too fend for themselves. Away they peck at the living corpse from the inside out. Till there is a hole. That becomes a window on a world in which no one exists except for three skeletons. Caged by Stephanie Shachat Stephanie Shachat stephanies@stephanieshachat.com http://www.stephanieshachat.com Stephanie Shachat resides on Capitol Hill in Seattle,where she has dedicated herself to a career of expression through images,literary and photographic.Her first book of poems was recently released; and she is currently workingon a second. She has found the Northwest to be an area where creativityflourishes and is nourished. Personal Quote: A dim light burns on a distant shore. Beckoning to me to follow its flame. Is it burning anew or fading to no more? Does its twining smoke know my name? From - a Grey View, Shadowscapes Publications/publishers: Shadowscapes ISBN 0-9709286-8-8 Published by: Brave New Books 1114 West 4th Street Red Wing, MN Available at Open Books http://www.openpoetrybooks.com http://www.openpoetrybooks.com/