Contextually

I give up

What I love

Just to freedom

Hell above!

Tender Morsel

It’s food

Is tenderness

As soul nurturing

As tenderloin

A Tail (Perhaps tall like a drink-a-water)

He wonders

Grins

Wants to hear more

Sighs

Weeps

Loves that girl

Growing Up

To feel it

To cry it

To see through the tears

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A Close Friend

I’m reaching out

I’m here

To connect with you

In open air

You aren’t invited in

You may not enter

Your bull in tow

To break up my china

Again

Wild

Sometimes

Noticed

Always worn

Unseen wings

Mane

Tail

Hoofs

And horn

Where You Live

I travel alone

Back here

Some now

Right how

My attention

You mapped it

Follow

To my inner address

Where Peace lives

My home