Musings of a captive cub
Contributed by
KatsMeow
on
Monday, 21st September 2009 @ 05:26:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
PetPoems
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Staring past the fenceposts, grass blowing in the wind
Remembering the feel of dirt, of earth upon my skin.
Hearing birds wings flapping as they fly from tree to tree,
A freedom I vaguely remember, but was that ever me?
Climbing to the rafters, staring at the sky
Will I ever climb a tree, will I get to try?
Sitting in this plastic tub, playing with a ball,
Remembering the streams in which I used to run and fall.
Then comes in a human, away again I flee,
Yet as he leaves I smell a treat, fish and fruit for me!
Perhaps there are some reasons, in this pen to stay,
Peanutbutter, toys, playmates are what I have today.
And yet as I lay sleeping, my eyes so tightly closed,
The smells of freedom tease me, tickling my nose.
I'll curl up tightly, dreaming, that someday I may be
A bear that is happily sleeping, underneath a tree.
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