In a cubicle in an office
In a concrete box
On a chair that swivels
Round the cage
The one window they eye
Shows the sun
From noon till one
Then shadows fall again
Sometimes they can imagine far off
The call of the wolf
Running in the wild under the moon
His fur smells of snow
His longitude and latitude
Define a place
Where they can never go
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So beautifully written.
Lorna you clearly portrayed in this heart-tugging verse the call of the wild - - - running in freedom is all a wolf wants. A reminder for all who love nature to remember.
And that freedom just as important for people who are having to give it away..........
Lorna,
Being confined in a “concrete box” is not my idea of living either! “Running in the wild” sounds like a great idea...
I like the metaphors you used in this writing to convey your message!
~Laura~
Very good write, that freedom is just a dream for many.
I know - so sad......... corporate bondage...........
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