picking tiny bits of leaf off of each other's shoulders
while staring at the ground.
"not much to do today," says young panda to old panda.
"not much to hear or see or smell, and my friends are all gone,"
he says, plopping himself down.
"and ever since the men came to ship us away, i feel,
that our world is getting smaller, as big as you plus me,"
said the cub with shining eyes.
old panda did not answer, he just stared up to the sky,
blinking every now and then, and fiddling with his bamboo.
so young panda just sat still.
not much would happen that day, or for those that would follow,
except for the familiar creaking of the steel cage doors,
meals, and people who ogle.
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