My daughter and I in Alaska
visit a raven sanctuary
many ravens are protected inside
a huge cage and outside
are many more ravens
who are not caged
free to come and go
to find their own food
A metaphor of raven
that day as mother and daughter
stood seeking a wildlife experience
in Anchorage after the snow had melted
watching ravens
their caw and sharp deep-throated
guttural sound
which one are you?
wordshophop 
I assume the question at the end is whether I am in the cage or free? I am not sure since cages can be quite large and some invisible ones I’ve built in my own mind.
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And yet sanctuary implies protection and safety – an interesting dilemma…
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I think I’m free. Like Frank, if I’m in a cage it’s a pleasant one of my own making. I feel no constraints.
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Sometimes I’m the caged and sometimes I’m the free always of my own making.
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Provocative!
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