He’s well looked after,
fed and loved;
they take him for walks, you know,
through the park.

On a chain.

I can’t help wondering
when I look in his crystal eyes
if somewhere deep inside
he hears the jungle call…

He comes from a distant land;
this is not his home.

Here he has no freedom,

No choice.

No silence.

I love to look upon his beauty
but my heart weeps for him.

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