Bear with me.

Bear Trap

Got my right foot caught again
in a metal sling.
Right thru the fur.
There outta be a law
There outta be a law.

They followed me out into the woods.
Found my cave, left me food.
Shoot to kill?
Nobody will.
Circus or zoo?

I’m eager too, waiting for dark.
Licking my wounds.
Biding my time.
Filing my nails.

© 2006 Anne Westlund

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Written on 2006-10-12 at 22:38

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