The Cage Had Come Open

Thelonious Monk: Blue Monk

A storm was coming, that was why it was dark. The wind was blowing the fronds of the palm trees off. They were maples. I looked out the window across the big lawn. The house was huge, full of children and old people. The lion was loose. Either by the wind, or by malevolent human energy, which is the same thing, the cage had come open.
Suppose a child walked outside!

A child walked outside.
I knew that
I must protect him
from the lion.
I threw myself
on top of the child.
The lion roared over me.
In the branches
and the bushes
there was suddenly
a loud crackling.
The lion cringed.
I looked up
and saw that
the elephant was loose!

The elephant was taller than the redwoods. He was hairy like a mammoth. His tusks trailed vines. Parrots screeched around his head. His eyes rolled crazily. He trumpeted. The ice-cap was breaking up!

The lion backed off, whining. The boy ran for the house. I covered his retreat, locked all the doors and pulled the bars across them. An old lady tried to open a door to get a better look. I spoke sharply to her, she sat down grumbling and pulled a blanket over her knees.

Out of the window
I saw zebras
and rattlesnakes
and wildebeests
and cougars
and woodchucks
on the lawns
and in the tennis courts.
I worried how,
after the storm,
we would put the animals
back in their cages,
and get to the mainland.

--Donald Hall
Sudden Things