Escape was the beginning
of one last chase through the trees.
Those who thought they owned her
laid traps and cages in the woods.
She was made to roam the undergrowth,
such tricks she perceived and ignored.
Then those with live rounds
chased her with a blunt strategy.
He fate was sealed by what evolution
programmed, her high noon arrived
in a lifeless caravan park, besieged,
framed by excuses of safety first.
(This poem is based on the case of Lillith the Lynx, who was shot and killed under orders from Ceredigion county council after escaping from her enclosure at Borth Wild Animal Kingdom.)
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