i witnessed true freedom yesterday
it slipped through the slats
and through the hands of tyranny,
masked in shadows of good intention
and best interest.
she had been caged, poked and prodded--
maneuvered legs and arms,
a medicinal regiment.
she followed the safe existence given to her,
the one in which slumber
and subsequent dreams--
awnings of stars and not plaster,
tiny, scurrying prey--
were mere bantam morsels
to the real thing
and to a yearning, hungry soul.

that evening, with a stare at the open slats, i realized
a heart's cadence only rings true when free,
it matters not what animal's flesh surrounds it.

spirit of liberty, thy name is Fuzzy.

NB @ 10:10 PM

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