Reflections...

from the Cage

Caged
she paces
Impatient for her
ferocity to return
or in hope that
today
in craving the meat
that is tossed
it will taste good
Savory
like from the wild

Like when bars
were only Creation’s
ebony palette knife
marking a coat of
fire as she rippled
power through the brush
Muscle and sinew
catching glimpses of
sunlight and
flashing it back into
the eye of God
as if to say
Your stripes may
cage my shape but
I walk as I will
You made me so

She is embedded in
my flesh and
I know that gift
and curse are one
in Creation

That is too much
to know

Caged
she paces
You who would
feed her kindly
for your own sake
remember
Even a friendly cage
is redundant

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