Runaway

First time I ever saw
a farm animal
was when I ran away
at the age of four
and now I'm seeing
them creatures again

those chickens in their pens
and those
giraffes in their
stables
stretching out their necks

now that the owners
of the farm have decided
to age gracefully in Florida
where they can turn their
skin brown
I lie in the big living room
wooden walls
ceiling that
lights up at night
beautiful
glass dome.

And while I may not have
the comforts of
home
at least I've got all
of these wild animals
surrounding me
just waiting
to be free.