You come alive

when the moon has ripened

towering up on four paws

chasing that mountain of blue

Yellow eyes set out

on budded pastures

Rugged claws begging-

pleading– for that freedom

I can see it in you

that crave the desire

You wish to be let go

to not belong

and I feel it too

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