Ozzie asked about the poem I said I had written so I am posting it here. Just two verses and a negative ending -- at least I haven't followed through on what I wrote about doing. Maybe it isn't finished, I am not finished yet either. I think that is a good thing. Thanks for listening.

Dalila


I feel like a wild cat in a cage.
Pacing and snarling in my rage
Surrounded by fools, I’m just a joke.
Laughing at me as they prod and poke.

Furiously and frantic I claw.
Biting a stick, biting a paw.
Blood is blood, my rage demands it flow.
To find the peace as I watch it go.