Stalking the bars of her cage,
the tigress knows no rest.
Her paws are soft on the concrete floor,
yet they scream agony inside of her.
Bloody trails follow her.
She craves relief from her captors,
to roam free without these chains.
Her roar echoes her pain.
The press of faces
taunting and teasing,
they understand nothing.
She dreams of soft jungle,
silence and isolation.
It’s all she wishes,
all I hope for.
Why won’t they leave us alone?
