When I went to the zoo
we crunched along the beige slips of hay
and I thought they looked like my
kitty’s litter
The sun shone down on my head and my eyes
and I had to squint
I was saddened by the small, orange monkeys in the box
a diorama-like show
but I silently marveled at their beauty
and wondered if they knew they were
superficially encapsulated
in a “natural” habitat
We wondered too
if the kangaroos could jump out as we watched them sitting on gray rocks
There were no gates or tall ledges to obstruct their freedom
and yet
there they were
sitting
as friends
A mirror image of ourselves.
Who is to say which one of us were caged and by whom?
We continued on
and our feet softly caressed the gravel
as the mock wild landscape
turned into the urban
concrete jungle
And soon I forgot about the hundreds of animals
that lay slightly dormant just a few feet away
We walked on
to freedom
unlocked the car
and drove away.