The Price of Freedom
Flaco the owl, who’s been on the prowl
Since fleeing his home in the zoo,
Has met his demise, when his nocturnal eyes
Missed the building into which he flew.
Though at first people feared and it surely appeared
That he couldn’t exist on his own,
Yet he more than survived; many swore that he thrived
As his sightings and photos have shown.
But he’s run out of luck for despite all his pluck,
Something happened to throw him off course
And his fans who all cared now should all be prepared
To experience bouts of remorse.
Still, the question I’ll raise about Flaco’s last days
Is, though he might have lived very long,
Would he rather have aged in the zoo, being caged,
Or die free where wild creatures belong?
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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