She picks up their faint whiff,
And stealthily follows their trail,
Until she sees them caged in a van,
And all she is left with, is their wails.

She runs behind the van,
Going faster than she ever has.
But the van, swift and slick,
Pummels her face with gas.

Still she perseveres,
But to no avail.
And in the end she ceases her chase,
And a deep breath, inhales.

The next day she wakes,
And hunts as is usual.
But what is this! That same van...
Is her mind delusional?

She takes a step forward,
And falls into a pit.
She is drugged and put to sleep,
Her own little world shifts.

She wakes up in new terrain,
And again smells her cubs.
With joy so remarkably genuine,
Once again she runs to the ones she loves.

At last they are reunited,
But the familiar angle has changed.
At least they are not mistreated,
Though hope of freedom they retain.

They are daily visited and fed ,
Otherwise left to do as they please.
After a year of imprisonment,
A plan they make with expertise.

One fine day,
They run to the horizon.
Stretching their legs after forever,
They chase the setting sun.

But the merciless van soon catches up,
And once again they travel.
But not to that horrid old place,
Instead to a familiarity, surrounded by known mammals.

They are being set free!
And none of them can believe it.
They enjoy the rest of their life in bliss,
But we must remember that, not every animal,
To this glorious fate is permit.