Sometimes I feel
Like a sour old bear
Salvaged from a roadside zoo
By well-intentioned rescuers
And sequestered
In a cozy sanctuary.
The hush soothes me;
I get sufficient nourishment
And enjoy my undisturbed siestas,
But sometimes miss the sunny highway,
The rush of passing semis,
The sweet scent of smiling children.
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