my day begins late.  i rise with the sun, which rises late because it is winter.  i hunt during the day, the short day.  when the days are short and cold, I need more food.  but the rabbits of the north are harder to find during the winter

it is a hard life, but i am free.  no cages to hold me or people i must entertain by doing things i would never do in the wild.  i do not need to eat "ground beef" as  the people call it, for meals.  only fresh rabbits of my own catching.

i can go where i will.  i can do what i want.  it is good to be free once again.  once, i was Caged.  once, but never again.  in their Zoo i chewed through the Wire at the top of my Cage.  little by little i chewed through, until it gave way, and then freedom.

i knew which was was north.  i was born with a sense of where my true home is.  i went there.

it took many days of fasting and travel, but i finally found the perfect place.  a place thick with rabbits and a good cave for sleeping.  i am away from the Towns and Cities and Roads.

and now i hunt, eat, and enjoy being free once more.  then, when the sun leaves the sky i will sleep.  i will sleep well knowing that tomorrow i will not be taken to an enclosed space and forced to eat dead meat to stay alive.

"Wake up, you lazy Lynx!" calls the Zoo Keeper.

i look up from my daydream preparing to face the day.  a day of all the things i had gotten away from in my dream.  a day of attempting to break free, entertaining, and hoping.  hoping my dream will come true.

these are my thoughts as i walk from my Sleeping Pen to a larger, more natural Enclosure.  larger and more natural, but an Enclosure nonetheless.