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topic: zoo confusion
by Aaron Michaelentrapment gilded with reality,
enclosed, yet so open
i can touch the sky.
cake served on sundays
and three green meals
ph balanced, vitamin enriched
and dead all ready.
i can have my cake
but only a small slice
of wild
but i have to hunt.
i will bite the hand that feeds. 12/15/2008 Author's Note: Chris Griffey's topic. fun fun fun fun fun!
Posted on 12/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/17/08 at 12:35 AM Yes! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/17/08 at 12:38 AM The zoo I cannot visit. Last visit, years gone by, I met a leopard who was imprisoned -of all places- right above where the fish swim. This, naturally, brings him out to hunt and look great to the onlookers... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/17/08 at 12:39 AM Being an onlooker, unable to be a participant of this creature, I felt stifled, along with him... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/17/08 at 12:46 AM The difference being. I could escape.
He could not.
Some say to me, "Well, this is his life, the one he knows. He's accustomed himself to it"
I think, How would you know?
Your poem moves the bars, Aaron. siam mais! ~Jill |
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