The
little Plexiglas cage
Contained
the frailest creature
All
scrawny and serious
Unaware
of the reasons
That
this wire and that tube
Had
to be attached
Taped,
glued and stuck
To
this that and the other
She
just looked around
Flailed
and slept
Plotting
all along
Planning
out
In
great detail
Exactly
how things would be done
When
she got out of this joint
That’s
the only explanation that makes sense
Of
why our sweet little girl
Who
couldn’t wait to come
Was
so angry when it finally happened
Why
the little mouse
Grew
the spirit of a lion
Inside
her slight frame
She
sits now days
With
her arms folded
And
her head cocked
In
an observational way
Deciding
exactly which thing
That
you are doing wrong
She
is going to pounce on
Ravenously
tearing apart
What
is not right in her world
Then
she rebuilds
Organizes
and restructures
So
that all is right
Just
like she planned
In
those first few weeks
Confined
in a clear plastic box
Just
watching
And
waiting
And
practicing
How
to change her squeaky little voice
Into
a mighty roar
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