With a hustle of the sun coloured leaves,
Each eye zooms like Pinocchio’s nose, In the near distance stands a grey embroidered furry animal, On a stark stance it awaits the human’s steps, Not with fear but with power. Its back legs perched for take off at all times, As size 12 boot clips a branch, With a banging throb, His back feet dig in to the moist soil, His front legs impaled the fine air. Every interaction is the same, For he is not meant for a cage nor our belly’s delight, Nature they adore, Nature they belong.
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