The Hamster in the Mirror

It winced at its reflection.
‘Wow is that really me?’ it thought
So beautiful, so cute, so everything
it thought.

Its fur was so smooth; its eyes were so beaded.
Its poise was so elegant, its figure so tiny.
It was nothing else but small.
It wanted nothing more than to be this hamster.

This thing, loved by all with good hearts.
This thing’s rights to life, disregarded
When under the keen eyes of science.
This thing’s freedom and liberty infringed.

It loved to eat, to be naughty and cluttered.
It wanted nothing more than to leave its cage.
It was doomed to be trampled upon,
If it was left with nothing else, than to be its master.

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