Bear in a Cage
They will let me out. Disengage the Lock Only to practise or perform Carnival Folly. Dancing, boxing, gymnastics Or some combination. Burns me all to HELL. When the confinement is relieved Think I can smell Wyming. Mountain air Pine or hemlock. Scent of the heat Of some enticing fresh Gal giving me the eye Presenting for a fluid coupling. Cougars keep their distance Wolves Bison? Elk. The white menace with rifles. Some of each have felt The power of my arms The glare in my eyes The menace of my lordly roarings. But the present fiasco. Giggles and gawking. Such disgrace and dismantling. A little girl With pink candy floss Pointing at me. ME. HERE. NOW. (Inspired by a nature story written by Ernest Thompson Seton. Read as a family. Together and fascinated. The power of books.)