Captivity

There once was a captive giraffe,

Who escaped from the city zoo,      

But with this newly found freedom,    

He wasn’t quite sure what to do. 

Bustle overwhelmed his senses,

‘Till  he finally found some lawn,

But the trees were scarce and fragile, 

With dried leaves barely hanging on.

Flooded with options and self doubt,

he lets out some ironic laughs,

Only to return to the zoo,

Back, with all the other giraffes.