What are these walls and floors
where nothing grows?
What are these fences wrapped around us
keeping us from each other,
one on one,
when my Mama wants
to teach me how to run?
My Mama tells me stories of the savannah:
grasslands, where all my cousins run and play,
tall trees to nibble on,
an open sky...
Why are we not there, too?
I wonder why.
I love my Mama, and I love the sky,
but I need trees and grasses,
freedom I have never
felt or seen,
no fences, lots of grass,
and so, when I dream,
in my wooden stall
at night,
my dreams are green.
for Rajani's climate crisis series. All the wild ones are feeling the impact of accelerating climate change.
That is so very touching, Sherry. Our zoo here has 5 or 6 giraffes in a decent environment where they have room to meander, but still I agree that they would prefer the wild!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry. I don't like the idea of zoos except where it is necessary for conservation work. Animals should be free in their habitat... with their green dreams -absolutely agree!
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