Prisoner in Plight

Only time my window was left open

To breathe fresh air was the only intention

There came a little visitor with wings

And soon began to flutter in rings

How usually when trapped in a smaller cage

To help her escape was troublesome to arrange

A sense of helplessness and extreme desperation

And tremendously tortured behavior manifestation

For few moments that little visitor was a prisoner to my home

Forming an umbrella my hands held a sheet

Directed to place of entrance and leaping on tiny feet

Flew to her freedom and vanished from sight

Leaving me wondering who is prisoner in plight