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The young couple surveys the area.
Large aged oak trees gift shade.
Thick luscious grass carpets the ground.
Pastel wild flowers dance on the breeze.
The pale blue sky is expansive.

She takes the time to spread each crease
Out of the checkered blanket.
Her hands are well manicured and soft.

He glances at her as she hums to herself, 
Unpacking the basket between them, 
Pure adoration in his eyes.  

They laugh and talk the afternoon away.
The bread just crusts.
The crumbles of cheese minuscule.
A few wrinkled, too soft grapes.

The blue sky gives way to
Pinks, golds and a warm violet.
Wine and cooler air
Have provided an excuse
For romance in a beautiful meadow.

She looks up at him, pensive, in his arms.
He knows her inside and outside, this love.
He shakes his head sadly.
"But it looks so hungry and sad".

He reminds her of the rules as he packs.
She stands, not helping him,
But studying the creature.
"It has to sit in a cage in paradise,"
She sighs, almost to herself.

"My Love," he grasps her arm,
Starting to sweat despite the cooler air.
"We don't bother it, and it doesn't bother us."
He pulls on her arm, 
The basket rushly packed.
His eyes trying to focus 
On the other side of the clearing. 

"I'm just going to give it a crust, b..."

As she put her soft clean hand 
Through the bars of my cage,
The crust of bread deposited in my hand,
Her body launches backwards
Blood and bone spraying 360 degrees.

I still hold her hand in mine.
I am already crying
When equal machinery
Launch bullets of 
Lethal capacity splitting the man 
Into several pieces.

I am left to eat my bread crumbs.
Alone in my cage.
No one to watch parade in front of me.
No one to watch be happy.

I swing the cage door open.
Step out. Stretch. 
Look around and scream.
When my throat hurts
I climb back in my cage and shut the door.

I built this.
I'm my own maker and demise.
I will choose my own ending.
Leave me now. 
I wish to starve slowly over 
Everyone else's bread crumbs.
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