A Tiger at the CircusA Poem by RachelA tiger's point of viewA
Tiger at the Circus
I dream of the birds
calling to one another in the tall, dense trees. I dream of approaching a cool,
rippling, green pool in the summer heat.
I look around at iron
bars, and feel the scrape of rough concrete underneath me. I hear the call of
a human man, unconsciously sending surges of anxiety rattling through me.
I dream of lapping at the
cool water, and watching the reflection of a strong, powerful beast with teeth
and claws. I dream of whipcord strength as I dart through the vibrant foliage
or jump into a fresh hunt.
I feel the flex of where
claws should be, but none appear at my will. I see the man walking closer,
sweaty and angry from a day in the hot sun. I see the metal rod he carries and
feel myself sit like a dog. I am obedient to that length of metal.
I dream of sharp ears
perking at the sound of a small animal rustling in the undergrowth. I dream of
a blue sky with green leaves above me, and the Earth, alive, beneath me.
He calls a simple command
and I follow, eyes never leaving the sharp metal he carries in his right hand.
Today is a simple day with not as many prods or sharp pokes, but other days
have not been as easy. Being released from a cage does not bring freedom, only
obedience at the hand of chains.
I dream of watching
animals scurry when I come by to drink or roam to find the right spot of shade.
I dream of sleeping under the stars and waking under the soft morning light
with drops of dew coating my pelt made from the rays of an eclipse; the
brightness of the sun streaked with darkness.
Everywhere I look I
see iron, and it is unforgiving. Cold. Brutal. Like a life behind bars with a
chain around your neck. What could make a force of nature jump through fire or
leap on the backs of prey for show but fear itself manifested into pain that became a
lifestyle?
I see fire. I see iron. I
see them screaming. I see bars. I see prey I cannot hunt with claws I no longer
have. I dream of home, but I live within my nightmares. © 2017 RachelAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on July 11, 2017 Last Updated on July 11, 2017 AuthorRachelAboutHello Writers cafe! My name is Rachel and I'm 19 years old, a gemini, and am going to school to major in global communications. You will notice the theme of my work is about big cats and big cat conse.. more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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