I don't blame the animals
in the zoo
for plotting their escape.
despite water
and shelter, food,
it's the bars
that make them worry.
the lack of freedom.
they long to live and die
in the natural world.
they pace and swing from
the rafters,
swim in the shallow pool.
is this life,
they ask each other,
passing notes, whispering
in their own way
to one another.
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