It’s safe and comfortable in my cage, but someday
I want to go outside into the fresh air,
sniff around, scamper, see what I could find,
learn, explore–maybe find something somewhere
that’s better than this old metal cage, full of bedding,
a few chew toys and a large spinning wheel.
Maybe there’s that one lonely rodent that I’ll meet,
a full-cheeked furry lady that is suited for me,
where my life won’t be so mundane, routine
going from the water bottle to the food pellets
that never seem to satisfy my insatiable hunger
or my thirst for something different.
I yearn for that one taste of freedom
where I could roam and burrow to a new way of living
without a hand following me.