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I would rather be in a field of tall grass,
Swaying in the wind, a dolphin dashing,
Gay amongst its friends and diving through,
A baby swaddled, let not any cry be heard,
Cozy by the fireplace, on a wintry night
With a hot chocolate and well-worn book,
Or marrying a quill with paper, drafting prose
More beautiful than the night skies, than

A panther, ensnared in its own pursuit,
A whale caught up in the shallows, with none
A soul around to play with, a spaded stallion,
Following his master’s ill wishes,
Or surrounded by shocking cold walls,
Anticipating one thing, wanting another.