Freezing beauty
one moment at a time,
a flash which passes in an instant.
Captured like a tiger behind bars.
It paces back and forth,
to and fro,
back and forth,
back and forth,
to and fro.
Pacing paws wield well worn paths of familiarity.
It rests in discontent waiting to spring forth
in a moment that may never come.
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