The Gilded Cage

The bars of a cage
at Georgetown Zoo
were no filter
for the humid summer glare
or gaping visitor glances …
You were no threat
and I was no predator,
each safe in our space.

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Yet, when I raised
and pointed my lens
you shielded your sad eyes
(or did I imagine sad)
with your bony hand
and lowered your gaze.
As you averted
your simian face,
did you feel shame?
For I felt shame.
My camera was dead weight that day …

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I respectfully try not to anthropomorphise animals; we can all relate one way or another to other sentient beings.