Winds of Change

 

 

 

The mighty buffalo stood strong,
very confident,
waiting for night to fall
so he could fly
with his miniature magical wings.
He longed to be free
from the imprisoning fence.

While he waited
for the night to come,
the winds of change
blew hard and steady;
he couldn’t bend or flex
as he was created
out of hard plastic
and his feet were
stuck in cement
so he braced himself,
and the wind blew
even harder…

The wind pushed a bit harder,
he and the cement slab
tipped over,
but as he rests
against the fence he longs to escape
his heart still smiles
knowing that when night falls
his magical wings
will carry him on great adventures
and for a while
he will truly be free.

Namaste,
L and Muse