The aged gorilla
reclines against the cinderblock.
Through iron bars,
his two bright eyes
watch you and ask,
Why?
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your point
is not lost on me, though I personally think that there is some lacking when one goes at the posting looking for poetry. I wrote one similar to this, about a female gorilla at Riverbanks Zoo in Columbia SC.
She was sitting with her back to the plexi and watching an airplane overhead while stacking and restacking little poop cakes. She looked sad, and I realize this is or can be construed as attributing feels/ thought or emotions to an animal, but as one primate feeling empathy for another, she WAS sad, depressed, something and not just waiting on a meal. My husband and I were so distressed by this that we have never visited the gorilla exhibit since that day, years ago.
I am glad to read your work. Your soul and ability to empathize makes you a good poet. I would suggest some minor changes if you were to expand the poem, or some deletions if brevity is your goal. I give your work no vote because I am still contemplating the work. Keep writing!more...
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