Ann Keith
Nightingale
My cage is secure and my pinions are cut,
And the doors of the house and the windows are shut.
If these bars were less close and my wing-feathers grew
And that window stood open enough to slip through--
It is winter, the forests are covered with snow--
Where would I go?
Ann Keith's poems have appeared in various magazines (Eureka, Blue Unicorn, Acumen and over 85 others) as well as in a number of anthologies.