savagemama: Lion, tigers and a new perspective

I have never been one for zoos. Even as a kid I was never really into them. I think it was the process more than the animals that I didn’t care for: elbowing my way through other kids, excited and often screaming, to see a lone polar bear pacing behind a glass enclosure. I felt overwhelmed by the crowd and lonely for the creatures everyone had come to see. I found my eye would wander to the corners of the cage, where a scene painted on the walls met the concrete floor made to look like an African savanna. I would look for the chink in the armor, the holes in the logic, the places where you could see the real story behind the fictional one the zookeepers were telling. And well, I’ve never been much on fiction.
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