Running in the woods,
Chasing prey,
Ruling the forest,
These things no more;

They came with guns,
And shot their stuns;

Woke up in a cage,
Nowhere to run,
Barely any space,
To get some fun;

They came with sticks,
And sharpened spikes,
Pushing and stabbing,
Making me do stunts;

People cheer,
Lights so bright,
Haven’t had a proper meal,
I cannot fight;

Fur starts to fall,
Eyes start to dull,
No more strength,
To perform;

While in my cage,
My tiny kingdom,
People came in,
Am I free?

The men had spikes,
That shined in light,
A gun pointed at me,
Is this really my flight?