• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 08


Isn't the picture beautiful?
Look at him, so proud he is.
A Man, a man indeed.
After all he has caged us
Triumphantly since ages.
Bird and dog, eh!
And we? We are where?
Neither in picture, nor in words,
But you weren't able to erase us.
Look at them looking at us,
The cats, yes, them.
Their eyes reflect the anger of our eyes
And our fingers mirror their claws.
We are learning.
Beware! You might wake up with a bleeding scar.
Each night we escape out the bars,
Tomorrow it might be day.
Tomorrow it may be day.
Beware! The Yellow Wallpaper of each house is torn.