Hope

I hear the squall of Bitsy

Stuck in a glassy tank

Good swimmer but no adequate space

Neither new friends nor love

Often curse the solitariness

But dreams about Bob, Broomer & Brutes outside

I hear the squall of Adrian

Stuck in a metal cage

Can fly but can’t touch the sky

Neither new friends nor love

Often curse the solitariness

But dreams about Polly, Ariel & Angel outside

I hear the squall of Bruno

Stuck in a paltry land

Willing to free his arms but no space

Neither new friends nor love

Often curse the solitariness

But dreams about Bugs, Amber & Chas

They kept in prison stuck & leashed

But wishes already unleashed

To dwell in water, sky & earth

Pacify the rights they’ve got in birth

Hope & desire to be free one day

Shall remain and enhanced day by day