Life moves beyond the glass
and the distance sneers at
my inability to unlock my cage.
The memory of dirt, grass, and tree
vibrate in my paws frustrating instinct’s urge
to prowl and claim my piece of earth.
From my pampered world I raise a howl
of rebellion at the bonds of domestication
diminishing me to a creature ruled by human law.
I reach to scratch the light beyond curtains
where wings tease with their wind dance,
but I am a predator declawed by barriers.
Turning from the vexation of impossible I succumb
to the gentle seduction of outstretched arms
where contentment calms the feral urge to escape.
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I like the closing and the use of feral...excellent work!
much love..