Caged
A Poem by Pete Marshall
And through this glass you stare at me
yet what I see is nothing new
A person framed for one short time
who looks at me in solitude
Who wants to see me in the wilds
and run the plains like fathers do
that sees me in this small, cramped place
yet comes to see me at the zoo….
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This poem is for the One Shoot Sunday picture prompt challenge by those great guys and girls over at One Stop Poetry
