Comments about Connie Yost
She Silently Cries
Somewhere on the plains the stripped tiger cats roar,
Somewhere a young tigress is pacing the floor.
Behind heavy bars and she hasn't a clue,
Confusion and loneliness deeper than blue.
She felt the small stinging blocking her senses,
She didn't know man or high covered fences.
But she knows of them now with absolute fears,
Bequeathed to the plains stay her innocent years.