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Out among the elements
I see no elephants
Nor Jack nor Jenny’s ass
Nor teary cheetah at play
Perhaps that’s for another day
I see no groundhog, nor the sow
Rambunctious squirrel or holy cow
Wherefore go the cheetah at play
For that I simply cannot say
But birds of paradise, birds of prey
They are afoot — that I can say
The shrill-vested Carin in colorful display
For that I cannot wait even one more day
She glides and sinks on the wing
Rides the tempest, tempers her spin
Is the pride of the valley out on the glen
But I ride and I ride, forever searching
For the shrill-vested Carin within the trees
For just a glimpse, for just a tease,
Please
I partake of her symphony,
Bob under the canopy
I seek out my muse by any excuse
When out on the plains, to never be tamed
Escaping this hollow I’ll beg, steal or borrow
Just to catch her beauty in silent refrain
Follow her to the outskirts, at dusk or at dawn
Such are the pursuits of a bird that’s free born
I shan’t ever catch her, ’til now I never could
I creep in despair at the depth of these woods
