The slight hint
of green is enough
to excite my feet
rapidly into motion,
wind rippling
through my fur
For a moment,
I feel alive
The thrill dies
in a few short strides
as I’m met with bars,
a gate, a fence, a wall
A trap I can’t seem
to escape
Déjà vu,
every damn day
My life defined,
enclosed,
by the men who
built my narrow bars,
selling tickets
so children could see
the sad remnants
of my caged life
I pace in desperation,
my life reduced
to redundant circles
never leading me anywhere
Despite the illusion
of comfort,
my body knows
that trapped
is not where I belong
Mar 2020
This was written as part of The Zoo, which is a collaboration (in writing and performance) with Zach, combining music and poetry. You can view the full piece here:
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