Observation

When there's no place left to roam...

By Alison McBainPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Viktor Shimin on Unsplash

Cerulean strut

of peacocks and blue macaws -

wildness behind bars.

nature poetry social commentary

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Alison McBain

Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/

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