Caged

 No trees to shade or climb,

The turf grass is rough on my mind,

I hear few familiar voices,

And they're faint and ever so lonely,

The papery brown vines

Slip over the fence and beckon to me,

Patiently, I'm pacing,

A caged beast far from home,

But in the night

The sky is painted a silver tone,

--My constant companion,

She gazes upon me gently,

As her cool winds caress my burning skin,

My voice is low

Joining in our usual song.