Restless creature

of the wild.

         We have caged his spirit.

He can growl, but not

to landscapes he roamed.

Only to confined space.

See the glow in his amber eyes,

diminished in their ferocity.

         He is a fading light.

Caged, a noble creature,

once king of his pride.

         Now stripped of pride.

Great tawny beast, massive

creature once knowing free.

         He remembers.

Caged, a prisoner who

has committed no crime

         except to be wild.

Release him, what’s left

of him, to his kind.

         They remember him.

He looks at me.  I understand

a lion’s grief when he looks


         I won’t forget.

~ ~ ~

© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf


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