That wild beast is now bound
Once a spring in the gait
Warmth in the grin
Tightness in the grip
It's now pale and limp

Even the cave was once a cozy den
To relax and rejuvenate.
Now it can't imagine the light of the day or the thundering monsoons in the woods or the whistling winds that would wave its mane

It's cold and bleak
The air is as stale as it could be
The unbearable stench of it's own urine
Always smearing the floor.
To remain this way all the time
Is a task for it, but the world sees a magnificent beast showing off it's beastly talents,
juggling and clowning and braving the unnecessary whips

A warm looking man once befriended it and that was the beginning of its end.