Captivity

Robert McAtee
2 min readFeb 8, 2021

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“Tranquilized for Too Long” painting by Robert McAtee

There was a lion

Ate with a fork

Tranquilized for too long

One day

Took that fork

Put it upon the needle

Shooed it away

Stood up

Walked outside

Felt the sunlight

The warm breeze

Calmly

Peacefully

Walked to the gate

Picked the lock with the fork

Gently set the lock

On the ground

The gate creaked

Gloriously the lion, carrying the fork, exited the compound

There were tall trees

Rivers

Bunnies, flowers

The colors were almost too much

The deep breathing

The clarity

Across the way

A shining light

Curiosity

A broken mirror

The lion carefully picked up a large serrated piece

Stared

For so long

The moon rose

Eventually

The sound of the stream

Helped the lion think

And in the morning

The lion missed the prison

The safety of the chains

The fullness of the grey

Life

Started to walk back

The gate was open

Stepped inside

Stood

Turned around towards the overwhelming colors

Then back again to the grey

Back again to the colors

There were no sounds of birds

Flying above

Where had everyone gone

Upon the wall

Noticed for the first time

Words

Took the fork and slowly tapped each word

You

Are

Free

To

Leave

Anytime

The lion dropped the fork and looked out the gate, towards the overwhelming colors

Heavy paws planted

Couldn’t move

The moon rose

And the lion

Sat in that spot

Had trouble sleeping

An attack of thoughts

Anxiety

Society

Wake up

Hey

Lion

The lion opened its eyes

Looking for a voice

Couldn’t find it

Stood up

Walked around a bit

In the starkness

How can someone

The voice spoke

Atop the wall, the raccoon sat, clearly now in the lion’s vision

How can someone

So powerful

So smart

So brave

Leave an open door

Free as the wind

But return to captivity

Again

The lion, taken aback, gave the raccoon a scouring look

Agitatedly paced back and forth

You don’t understand

You’re a raccoon

They sat with that

A moment

Until

The raccoon

Hurled a lychee at the lion’s shoulder

Instantly creating the loudest lifetime roar

From the deepest anger of the lion’s conflicted soul

The sound waves sent the raccoon flying over the wall

And the sky turned electric blue

The lion sprang to the top of the wall

And looked to the sky

Roared again

The earth listened

The stars aligned

And the lion

Ran past the raccoon

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Robert McAtee
Robert McAtee

Written by Robert McAtee

Robert McAtee is an actor, filmmaker, musician, painter and poet in Los Angeles, California. www.RobertMcAtee.com

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