Eyes that dart like dragonflies on the surface of the water, wings never stilling. Ears that flick like the wings of a bat settled down to a day’s long rest. Nose that twitches like a butterfly in wait. Mouth that lies, still as though dead. Caged like a bird of broken wings. Kin to the wings of a bird without flight. Hope that lies restless in wait. Tortured by flickering temptation, as hungry eyes watch others fly with all the ease and the carelessness in the world. Waiting for the day, the sunspan, the heartbeat, the very instant that it can go free, and show it's worth to the world.
Her voice...
... her hope...
... her freedom.