Cage of Pain
Her spine infection and other deformities,
Lay within her box, where she’s all eyes and unfed.
Hard stare! Demanding stare!
Impotent recourse from her hole,
Matted fur and empty expression.
Hard stare! Demanding stare!
Face sagging, she hangs her ugly head, shivering,
Cold nose, cold body, bone cold and weary.
Hard stare! Demanding stare!
A wraith of hunger, hungry breath, and wanting stomach,
Stunned legs and chest immobile in the wet, cold box.
Hard stare! Demanding stare!
But, think, she whines, it could become warm, one day,
And that, at last, at least, would be better.
Hard stare! Demanding stare!
She doesn’t know anything, but being trapped,
She doesn’t know you and your absent compassion.
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