A Short Poem

Hello, readers!
Here is something I wrote on a napkin.
I do hope that you enjoy it.

The silent, bare trees 
are like prison bars
to me. 

The cold, grey sky 
is like a cage 
to me.

The watchful, white owls 
are like jailers 
to me. 

But I do not mind 
This imprisonment,
these walls,

For the time passes quickly,
like flying,
to me.