Orangutan in the Rain -- a Flash poem, 55 words

Where o where can my friend be?
I left him under a bush
Bush so big, banana tree  

Out in the rain's unpleasant
I do hope he's staying dry
Not much sense has he, poor boy  

Now coming in out of rain
All hairs are wet, so is he
Fig leaf doesn't keep one dry





















Photo (of Adi, my Beagle dog) and Poem Copyright © 2012 and 2016 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
Top Photo copied from the Orangutan in the Rain photographed by Andrew Suryono, one of the winners of the National Geographic Photo Contest 2015 (see notes below)

Today I am linked with Kerry O'Conner at Flash 55 Plus,
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/01/flash-55-plus.html

Notes:
 - Her instructions were the usual, "Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS."  I did that.
 - Kerry's instructions for the PLUS were, "... to look back on the past year by viewing the winners of the National Geographic Photo Contest 2015. (Click HERE) The photos are offered as wallpaper, which may be downloaded free of charge. Please acknowledge the photographer on your site if you decide to use a picture from that source." 
 - I chose Orangutan in the Rain photographed by Andrew Suryono (the second in the slide show at the Contest page, noted above).

Bad Morning ~~ my Poem for Tuesday Platform

Caged

How does it feel to lose one's freedom?
Not that of becoming betrothed or
conscripted for your country's service
Rather to be deprived of home, your
liberty to walk or drive away

Try being locked inside your garage
Your loved one drives away closing doors
Confined. The house door's locked, you've no keys
You find a blanket, pillow, basin
Cell door sealed, alone, darkly lit, cold

Thoughts of escape now go through your mind
If you get outside, still must return
Cell phone lays away, there with your clothes
It may ring, it should. Loved ones will call
Worry when no answer, call again

Still alone, try to sleep. Sleep won't come
Rest your head, lay your body down, hard
You doze, you'll awaken, nothing's changed
Lay awake, walk around, no control
Why am I here, what have I done?  Sob

Accident here, loved one will return
Hugs, disbelief, "I'm sorry" you'll hear
Elsewhere, many times this does occur
Many deserving, some by mistake
Confined, locked away, no one comes 

Remember Christ's words, should we heed,
"I was in prison... you came to Me"

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I linked this poem with Marian's post, The Tuesday Encounter, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (open forum day)