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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 seen,
no fences, lots of grass,
no fences, lots of grass,
and when I dream,
in my wooden stall
in my wooden stall
at night,
my dreams are green.
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Hannah, over at Real Toads, has set us a challenge for her Transforming Friday: to write from the viewpoint of a creature of the savannah. As the news has recently told us about a newborn giraffe in one of the zoos, I decided to be that baby's voice.
The bottom photo of a shy giraffe was sent to me on facebook, so I dont know who to credit.
