Metal won’t be barred
No rings through snouts to stop you
snuffling for truffles under golden leaves
and breathing in the scent of soil,
of earth, for the first time ever.
There will be no boundaries
to what you see or how you move:
room to run and roll and wallow if you want to
and a sky as wide and deep and high
as love itself.
Your time was brief but it was never meaningless.
Know this, you with the questioning eyes,
you are no one’s property;
you will be who you were made to be
and find where you belong.
© Marion Adams 2016