Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Life at the Zoo

I was born at the zoo. I live on display.

People come and look at me. Some point.
Some make fun of me. Others look frightened.

My enclosure is designed to have the
appearance of a real home, but
it is really nothing like one.

In the wild I would get to roam and
interact with other creatures. Here, I live
a solitary, confined life.

Sometimes they move me to a new place.
It is disorienting.

Sometimes I pace.

I sleep a lot, especially when they give me drugs.

I would rather live a shorter, more
dangerous life in the wild than this
long, dull life staring at walls alone.

Please make it end.

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