Nicholas Briggs
Here in my cage, I am peaceful like a rock. Resting.
Prolonged wakefulness due to people. Stressing.
I wait for summer patiently. Fasting.
Sitting, lonely, outstretched for the sun
Waiting for winter to end and be done
The cold hibernation is no fun
The bright lights prevent sleep
In slow motion I creep
Down into the deep
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