It Happens in the Wild

You must have paid your owner 

off, a tidy sum, to be 

released from servitude. 

You ate and grew to thrice your size. 

You gobbled everything in sight. 

You left a path where nothing thrives, 

and now you long for more. 

A hungry heart, you live 

to gorge on fleshy beings, 

to spit them out as skin and bones. 

Who knew you were a predator 

until you fled and lived as wild? 

You must be caught and caged again, 

wrung and broken to fit into your old home.

published in Sonnets to Sing