Untamed: Poem

His sovereignty captive

Legs for striding across grasslands

Now feeble and withered

Roam in circles along moats and fences

The grand mane dark with age

Was it swept in the savannah gales?

His eyes clouded as he walks charily

Was ever his gaze locked in

On unsuspecting prey as he coiled in the stalks ?

The thrill of his hunt stolen

Endless wilds beyond the horizon

Were his kingdom

Handfuls of his cousins live still in their pristine majesty

He knows nothing of it

A stranger to himself

Now, after a floundering, scarred life

He awaits an unworthy death

As shutters and flashes surround

his decorated prison