Magpie in the classroom - Sense Poem

( the Magpie’s view)

By Sophie

I see the possible exit blocked by tough, invisible barriers.

I hear the echoing, squealing noises that sounded like a pandemonium of parrots.

I smell the sickening smell of my poop as my body panics and releases all my waste!

I taste dust, wool, glue and fluff as my beak hits the dirty carpet.

I feel the freezing cold pain of the invisible barrier fighting back unfairly again as I struggle to get out of this torture chamber.