“Show Time!” I hear as they start to get everything ready for the two-legged beings.
I want to hide, not to be seen. Though I know that’s impossible.
I am locked in a cage for everyone to see.
My black fur and spots.
My brilliant golden eyes.
My long whiskers.
My paws and my claws.
All on display.
I start to hear the pitter-patter of footsteps walking towards me.
I stay close to the back wall hoping to blend in with the dark surroundings of my own personal prison.
If I hide my face, they won’t be able to tell where I am.
I hear them hitting the metal bars with sticks.
My ears flatten against my head.
Let me go please, leave me alone.
I don’t want to be seen.
Suddenly I hear it, one of them screams “I found it!”
My black fur raises on my back, sending chills down my spine.
They found me, why can’t they see that I don’t want to be found.
“Look at his spots!”
“Look at his fur!”
Why can’t they stop screaming?
I start to pace, I want it to stop, please stop.
I want to go home; I want to be free.
Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me?
This poem like most was something I wrote for a school assignment/writing prompt focused on a specific animal and emotion. Can you guess it?
