Literature
The Raven
Longingly, the black bird looks out the window to her right. The bars holding her within the cage remain as cold and merciless as ever, giving barely enough room for her to open her full wingspan. The tips of her wings graze along the iron bars of her cage, causing pain to ripple up her wings from the unnatural imprisonment. She squawks in discomfort, loses her wings tightly and quickly, and tries to center herself on the bar running through the middle of the cage.
The Raven looks out the window and remembers times long past, when she was free. It was so long ago that she can no longer recall what air felt like between her feathers, or what