The little cub
The growing cub sleeps
in his cage at the zoo
roaming peaceful woods
The zoo has its tools
they poke, taunt the little cub
caged him from the wood
the little kids pplay
roaming free like graceful birds
the gift to be them
the cub is a danger
a rageful beast inside
never let him roam.
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I am 17 years old and am a novice story writer and poet. I have participated in a number of poetry slams before, and my poems always bring smiles to my listeners. I hope they bring a smile to your face as well.
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