Caught And Trapped By Two Legged Monsters
No way to escape

I was flittering around the forest
Searching for sunlight’s golden rays,
The trees, the forest trails, the vines
Are my magical safe haven, always.
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Until one day it was no longer safe
As the forest was currently swarmed,
Large two legged cruel creatures
Along the forest trails they stormed.
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I hide under the large leaves of a tree
Watching in fear, what do they want,
They poked and prodded the plants
Spying little beings that they taunt.
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The leaf I was hiding safely under
Suddenly disappeared, oh dear no,
I was seen hovering in plain sight
They are not our friends, they’re foe.
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A net scooped me up ungraciously
As I was toss into some clear vessel,
I could see the outside world, but
I couldn’t escape although I wrestled.
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I’m shaken up and tossed around
As the monsters leave our home,
My loving forest quickly vanishing
I’m terrified, will I be free to roam?
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They place my small clear vessel
I’ve learnt they call this a small jar,
It consists of a lid tightly screwed
To confine me, I am their new star.
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I flap my tiny wings, hovering high
As all these large disgusting heads,
Peer in at me until I land and hide
They giggle while my fear spreads.
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It seems I’m to live inside this jar
To be often prodded and displayed,
Never to see my home ever again
Heartbroken as I am dismayed.
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This is to be my life, until I perish
They hope to study me for science,
I’m to be trained like a stupid lab rat
But they never banked on my defiance!
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions



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