The Royal Plea

I sit and stare, 

As another dawn sets in, and sheer rays tease me 

With envy, with anguish 

I see, they giggle at a passive me. 

Aah! turn of prey, 

But, no.... No preys nor feasts anymore, I sigh,

Pounding at the dirty dose of flesh they feed.

Growls and roars heard from where I never knew, 

The roars , near yet too far, lone, bereft a pal ...

Roars of pent up hunger, roused at sting of rotten brawn 

The sole meal we deserve here.

Limps that craved to hunt down,

Now scrap morsels, off a damp floor!

I pace up and down.

Glances piercing my solitude, glances par the comfort of bars.

Gasps, squeals and guffaws 

Whispers and amused shrieks.

They poke me, they mock me, 

All I do, but stare!

They relish my strips, my pomp carcass 

But never they see the ordeal of my eyes!

Shadows keep moving far and wide 

Left in with not even my shadow!

A distant dream of lush green woods,

Of shiny lakes and fresh air,

Of a pack and mighty life,

Luring me to live through the bars. 

But as I heave to breathe in, the last ounce of life,

The bleeding eyes, the pain that prevails, 

tells me, it was a mere dream, never to be real!

My fate stifled by the sound rods,

My life on an ending note 

Words of a broken heart gone unheard, 

YOU Bards, free to sing, but WE the pack of Pards,

Left to sink,

Sink in a gloom of futility,

To exist on shackles and chains .

Today, morrow and ever ...