Hundreds of children

All yelling with glee

Come running inside

With much to see.

I sit here,

Scared and alone,

Dreading what

Is yet to come.

They stand and stare

Gazing in awe

Too bad its not against the law

In come their fingers

Through my cold metal prison

To touch the fur

On my back that has risen

Alone and frightented

When will this end?

I’ll wait it out and to

Be happy I’ll pretend