Here’s my PACE poem. It’s based on an event I witnessed many years ago.
A Day at the Zoo
by David L. Harrison
Walking restlessly, endlessly pacing,
he could leap the length of the cell
if he chose to,
as he once leaped onto
backs of wildebeests.
He shakes his massive tawny head,
gazes out through bars with eyes
drawn blank by boredom,
coughs softly like a distant memory.
Years have traded his kingly coat
for a robe the shade of prison.
rises up on hunt-starved legs,
rests his paws high on the steel bars,
and drenches horrified onlookers with a thick stream
the high-noon color of sun on the savannah,
the vileness of freedom lost, contempt for captors,
the only revenge left for the lion.