My Bun Poem by chris schwartz

I love her, because she wanders free
Chomping on carrots
That are fed to her from the loving hands
Of someone,
Wishing to also be free.
She is beautiful and she
Is graceful,
Navigating around
Her cement surroundings
In a way that I never
Could imagine.
She doesn't worry
About tomorrow,
And has no echoes of the past
To remind her
That the romping
Of springtime
Fades so fast.
I want so much to pet
Her soft, glowing fur,
To tame her,
And make her mine.
But then, in my heart,
I know,
That her beauty
Her innocence,
Her wild, wandering
Freedom,
Would escape her
If I didn't let her be.
It's funny in life
How the animals
We admire
Set the stage
For all we have
Wanted to become.
And comfort us
In the moments
When we know
We will never be.