the enclosure: dank silence
i see everyone's eyes
black rings surround
reminiscence –

when we were
young cubs
each day nibbling
tender bamboo shoots,
and the cool climate
high up on the mountains
we enjoyed.
Sichuan and Tibet –
the familiar names,
so near in our hearts yet
so far in our eyes

but, our

dream-home – our pillar
of our life – lost forever

the enclosure: an artificial home
shattered jade of green

we've lost the meaning
to Life

loss.