People tap and pound on the glass walls of their cage all piled in
like sardines in a can.
Some of their faces are motionless,
some are screaming.
I look at them from the outside, standing
on the cold, barren concrete.
Where did everything go?
A tall, black, wired fence lines the area enveloping me in.
I want to help them, I really do.
However, there is a long, thick snake slithering around the cage and I cannot
seem to pass it without endangering
I turn my back and run toward the fence without
Thrusting myself over the barrier, I land on the soft, green grass.
I turn around to peer back through the white, picket fence
only to see my neighbor smiling over to me.