Zoo Animals

• Dean Steele, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

Growing up in this day and age
All for us to be locked in a cage
Whining, whinging, wondering what to do
All we smell is that feral poo
Always watched but never cleaned
Sitting near me, a furious fiend
It being feral makes me quarantined

In a smaller cage, I have been diseased
Sharp needles piercing my skin
Makes me break down deep within
Oh hasn’t this been the best
It’s time for me to rest