Written for Hawk's Vocabulary Contest August 2011
He lived his life in dearth of proper stimulation.
His countenance wizened, beset with crags and nodules.
Relegated to a maudlin life of pensive longings,
To requite our curiosity,
Undulating constantly, as many institutionalized beings do.
In the wild, he would not have survived.
Yet in sordid captivity, he died.