Poem one:
One, two, buckled my shoe
and was dragged away from home.
Three, four locked the door
Mom was getting married.
Five, six, hid the sticks
Step dad's getting mad.
Seven, eight, this was my fate.
Step dad left the house.
Nine, ten, hell was risen again.
Step dad returned with an evil smile.
Eleven, twelve, hide on the shelf.
Have to get good at hiding.
Thirteen, Fourteen, taken away for safe keeping.
Set free of a cage and shown the sun.
Poem 2:
Little bird, pretty bird.
Little cage, pretty cage,
Hidden in the corner.
Sat by a window
with the curtains drawn
listening to outside.
Nothing to do
inside of a cage,
when a monster
hover