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Untitled Poem
by Tara Sullivan
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I look around, all I see are bars.
    I'm here because I got hit by a car.
My jaw is wired,
    I'm very tired.
On my leg I have stitches
    which itches.
I eat out of a food dish,
    Drink out of a water bottle.
In the wild I have to say,
    I just wouldn't live this way.
But the people here are kind and care.
    Time—love—energy is what they share.
Each day goes by and I wonder why I'm here.
I am a raccoon who will be released soon
    I am healthy and ready to fend on my own.
When I am released I get to find my own home,
    No more bars in front of me keeping me from being free.
I would not be alive if it wasn't for the people
    Who strive to help me—heal me—release me.