From the outside looking in ,
there's a child with toothy grin ,
fat mother licking her icecream
father gawping through the screen.
From the inside looking out,
squeaks and thuds, then a shout ;
birds overhead whirling free ,
mocking squawks flung at me.
Grass is longer , the blossom pink ,
next door the rotting meat does stink ;
shadows creep along the wall ,
before the toucans' piercing call.
I stretch myself in golden light ,
pumas growl and start to fight ,
extra space , more exposure ,
change of luck , my new enclosure.
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