Call of the wild at dVerse poets! A lot of the wild side is repressed and dies into the sinister. Lives have been structured to bottle up too much for comfort.
There is a horse that can not be tamed,
Like your hair
Is your heart like that?
A man in a suit and a straight face
Looks at a child and gropes in his mind,
The people around him dream.
Tied down tiger
Tired of year after year,
Darwin, how helplessness evolves!