Even fenced within this place, we roam as if we
own the earth. Born to majesty cannot be
shrugged off just because captivity is the
order of the day. One can become acclimated
to anything given enough time. Besides, there
is little to worry about here – food is plentiful,
disease is not—our prides are many and we
live in peace, wrestling for fun but never to the
death. Once I almost killed an elder and my
blood roared as loud as my mouth but the fight
was ended before any real damage took place.
I was left oddly out of sorts.
*From Elizabeth Bachinsky’s poem Of A Time
from the book home of Sudden Service.
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