Tigress in a gilded cage

In the corner

away from the crowd

She watches, wide eyed and solemn

Listens to the babble

and imagines she’s in a foreign land

whose customs she doesn’t understand

They stare at her

A stranger within their midst

An exotic creature

Admired and feared

She feels like a tigress in a cage

They admire

but no one has the courage to reach out

to touch

to connect

She watches their uniformity

Their comfort in regularity

They amuse her with their technology

their trappings of wealth

She reaches out with her mind

Wanting to feed

On their currents of thought, of energy

But she finds only barren land

and so she withdraws further

and waits for the time she can be amongst her own kind

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