You who bear your teeth
Make squealing sounds, point things at me… In awe
Witness me pace, this small constrictive space… I am
Your prisoner on display
What is this madness…
That you must contain us?
A hunter, in need of space, in which to roam… I was
Abducted, violently from my home… You
Have my body, my head… The truth
I’d be better off dead… Because, now I am alone
What purpose does my captivity serve you?
You, you are odd beings, stealing from the world
Animals, plants, rocks… The very earth!
Everything found, foraged, purchased, can never be owned
Everything has it’s perfect place…
Every living creature… Rock, shell, feather
Each, its own space
We all belong to our rightful place
No creation exists for the taking
Like you, I have every right to live…
Free, at peace, encumbered, at ease
You do whatever strikes you… Sadly
It’s all too late… Comes at a deadly cost
My life is, forever tied to your fate
Each time you feel constrained, bound and surreal…
Think of me, observing you
From behind a twelve foot fence
No, it wasn’t you who put me here… But
Each time you pay, my freedom is delayed… Please listen
Never come here again, this place is an Aberration.
Featured Image- Lioness in her natural habitat, Limpopo, South Africa, April 2017