Sonnet 3: A wolf Bays At the Moon

A wolf bays at the moon, so full, so bright,
Unable to escape her prison cell.
No Wild beast should put up such a fight
In Freedom's name. So desperate she fell.
The keeper checks on her all night and day.
"She's in good health," they say, "so why
Is she depressed? For on her side she lay."
Do they not know a wolf must remain free?
She wants to run, she wants to feel alive;
She cries, for terrified and trapped is she.
There's no way out, nor room for her to thrive.
And so, she lays in pain, watching the sky,
Dreaming of days before her hope did die.