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He in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage,
On pads of quiet,
In his quiet rage.
The few steps of his cage,
On pads of quiet,
In his quiet rage.
He should be lurking in ,
Sliding through long grass
Near the water hole
Where plump pass.
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle’s edge,
Baring his white fangs, his ,
Terrorising the !
But he’s locked in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring .
He hears the last voice at night,
The cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant .
~ LESLIE NORRIS
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