A Paralyzed Ocelot

Those cats keep a pace, to and fro, to and fro.
Their eyes seem to ask, "Should I stay or should I go?"
Lacking in mind what was lost in time,
They're never feared and never fearful.


Now, with a role, grace is placed in a schedule.
Always, with appetites, pacing hopeful.
Lacking direction or distances covered,
Legs still meet the beat of Nature.


Eyes are in observance, but lack a sense of question.
An onslaught quelled in the comfort of every direction.
With paws raw and cages locked,
Those cats keep pacing to and fro, to and fro.


-Ryan