Creatures, kept in the home.
Gentle companions
To that wildness, yields not
Ignites our young ones!
Each as the other wise
In its innocence;
Pet, child. Spurn, yard-romping
Living's grave pretence.
Make no judgement, knowing
Not how anyway.
Accepting and accepted.
Just so left to play.
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