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Without the families, the balloons, 
the printed animal T-shirts
the walkways grow pensive and narrow 
into unknown places.
Occasional security lights create 
small pools of certainty.
The darkness in-between the glow
balloons and smothers,
wipes away the memory of laughter 
and the excited screams of running children.

Nocturnal eyes hover over perch and branch, 
peer from under rocks, watch each other’s lamps, 
waiting for tell-tale blinks.
Big cats stir, smell prey. They see through walls
an instinctual stalk and stealthy hunt.

If you are alone in that imprisoned jungle
you will keep on the far side of the enclosures,
try to slip away from the low growls, the panting
and paw padding.

but then the moon comes out of a cloud,
you commence to howl, lope along
seeking more of that pacing fear, 
more of the thickening air to draw deep into your nose,
a snout now muzzling this way and that.

Without the families, the balloons, 
the printed animal T-shirts
the walkways grow pensive and narrow 
into unknown places.
Occasional security lights create 
small pools of certainty.
The darkness in-between the glow
balloons and smothers,
wipes away the memory of laughter 
and the excited screams of running children.

Nocturnal eyes hover over perch and branch, 
peer from under rocks, watch each other’s lamps, 
waiting for tell-tale blinks.
Big cats stir, smell prey. They see through walls
an instinctual stalk and stealthy hunt.

If you are alone in that imprisoned jungle
you will keep on the far side of the enclosures,
try to slip away from the low growls, the panting
and paw padding.

but then the moon comes out from a cloud,
strangely, you seek more of that pacing fear, 
more of the thickening air 
draw it deeper into your nose,
a snout now muzzling this way and that -
you commence to howl.

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