Target, Hour Three

Target

Fish in a tank, suspended in murky depths,
four plastic walls separating
are an illusion, as sharks circle
and salivate, just beyond sight.

Cat in a box, canary in a cage,
rat in a maze, all secure
and safe, as safe as they
wish to believe.

Self centered, self satisfied, central, smug,
she sits at ease, a queen on her throne,
director of all surrounding action but above,
center stage to an audience of none.

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