The letter from the Zoo

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Zoos in mind have always been rather controversial. Yes, they give animals a safe and secure place to live and a clean environment. They even help us by bring humans and animals closer to us. But the last time I went to a zoo, the animals didn't look happy. The tigers caught my eye first - pacing back and forth, not caring to even glance at the passing visitors. So, maybe I thought that they longed to go home again, to the place they belong, to where they loved and roomed freely. These animals were never meant to be caged in the first place. They are animals but they have souls and minds too...

So I've written a letter! It's sort of like a letter that a tiger might write to loved one.
Tell me your thoughts in the comments!

A Tiger in the Zoo

My dear beloved Tigress,

 

How are you? Are you doing well? How are our little cubs doing? I hope they are all fine!

I have not the words to tell you of me. This place has stricken me of my happiness and dignity for I can only dream of returning back to you. But I am extremely grateful for the fact that the humans have let me write to you every month, that is a god's gift from heaven. Life in the zoo- there isn't much to say, it is more depressing and scary that an alyssum, according to my knowledge. I feel like a fool for going out hunting that unfortunate day and I am deeply sorry to have. A tiger's heart can only ache so much for the ones he loves but to be free again in a prisoned fortress is like caging the one thing I thought I could never question. Well, I guess it isn't all bad, after all, I have my panther friend next me! He is quiet an eccentric fellow but we get along pretty well. Whenever the dark night rolls over the swirling afternoon skies, my dear panther only becomes a shadow with two piercing fluorescent green orbs looking at the moon whistling to cope with the pain of leaving his endearing little sister.

 

  Anyways, have you seen the sunset tinted skies lately? They remind me of those colorful little bugs that appear right before midnight. The ones that the little cubs would run around trying to catch in their mouths. How funny when they did, their mouths would glow until the bugs were released! I remember how we used to look out together each night and fall asleep under the moonlight beams dappling our fur through the canopy of fluttering trees. I miss the trees whispering, each night seemed like a new melody. Nowadays, all I can hear is the honking of cars and the shouting and screaming all so disoriented, it makes my head spin and hurt. Human music could never compare to the beautiful melodic sounds of deep forest. At the moment, the only bit of beauty inside my dark cell is the tiny clump of wilderness growing in the corners. One of them have bared yellow little flowers, just like the ones the cubs used to run through when it was near spring. I used to be so lively my dear, but now I don't even feel like living any longer. I keep feeling this overwhelming sense of darkness like a colossal demon telling me to give up. But the only thing that keeps me going are the thoughts of you and my darling little cubs each day. I grieve for I shall never be able to see them grow up and every time I see the human cubs playing around, I am reminded about them.

 

 I've heard people talking about social justice and freedom, the right to feel free and go wherever you want. But if I could speak their language I would only ask one thing 'How could you speak of freedom, when you've taken it from the ones that owned the land you stand on? You've destroyed our forests and our homes, our families and our friends. How can you demand the liberty to room freely while we animals rot in a cage made of metal bars? Our strength taken and our hopes killed mercilessly and our pride hurt. Does freedom apply to you humans only while we sit back and watch our homes and loved ones burn and die in flames in silence?' I hope for the miracle that will let me speak on day, but know very well it might not come. Oh, my dearest, they have come to collect my letter. I hope this gets to you in good health. I hope I shall see the blue limitless skies again. I hope and I hope for that is all I can do, sitting in this cage forevermore.

 

Yours lovingly,

 

Tiger 

 


Submitted: August 20, 2021

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Vance Currie

Thank you for becoming my fan, Sanuthi. I like to learn a little about people who enjoy my work, and a good way to do that is to read something that they have written. You write very well. This is a clever little story, and I love your poetic style of writing. I can't write like that and I admire those who can. I remember seeing caged animals at zoos when I was young, and felt the same about it as you. I think circuses were worse. The cages were so small.

Tue, January 18th, 2022 8:36pm

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