Lilieth leapt
the electric fence,
Maybe, at the
time, it made sense,
To pounce,
claws extended, at a bird in flight,
And so, fall
into freedom by accident.
Or maybe she
made a deliberate jailbreak,
‘cause you
gotta do what you gotta do,
To get outta
the zoo.
Who knows
what a lynx thinks?
But briefly, Lilieth the lynx got away
And was no
longer on display,
She was no
longer confined,
To be
admired or to be ignored ,
By the
curious, the awestruck, or the bored.
Peering through
the wire.
Perhaps real
freedom then kicked in,
With no food
and drink provided,
Out in the
woods and the fields and hills,
To eat she
has to hunt and kill,
And at first
maybe she has an edge,
As it must
be centuries,
Since any lynx
walked and stalked
Along these
thickets and hedges,
So maybe
some rabbits and mice,
Or a bird or
two, turned just too late
And drew their
last breaths,
Between the
jaws of golden-eyed death.
Sadly,
hunters can be hunted too,
And Lilieth could not be left to be free,
She was the ‘property’
of a zoo,
And large
predators in Britain just cannot be,
Unless they’re
members of the bourgeoisie.
Uncaught Lilieth caused official fear
Alleged to
pose a risk “severe”,
So a killing
bullet, not a tranquilising dart,
Was sent to
stop this beauty’s heart.
But the
wheel will turn, and justice will be done,
And free
once more, Lilieth will run,
Padding
along on larger paws,
With longer,
stronger, deadlier claws,
Reborn a
larger, fiercer cat,
She’ll rip
out the throats of bureaucrats.
ⓒPRMURRY
