Dust hanging in the air around my legs, I looked down at the sand below
The breeze flapping through my ears the whistling sounds of long ago
My mind wanders back to the time of my ancestor herd and breed
Everything was covered in ice, the wind dancing in the air with need

Snapped back to reality with human's voices echoing through the air
As they are gathered around my cage thinking my habitat here is fair
Smoke hanging in the air, plastic bands and garbage everywhere to be seen
Longing for my ancient memories wild and free, meadows and fields ever so green

Sharing a small piece of ground with a few more of my kind
Thankful I should be, alone and loneliness I could have find
Long ago we lived together families, clans, and subpopulations
Forever under our eldest leader lead and lived with our close relations

Footsteps on the ground knowing your feeding time is not far behind
From this living I cannot hide, fear and pride is all in mind
I'm well taken care of, out here rain drops wash all over me,
My own little piece of home where I am free

© 2011 by Natashja Singleton