by M.R.

Created on: April 06, 2009   Last Updated: April 10, 2009

He pushes through the fence, yearning to be free

Leaving manicured yards behind, heading for the knarliest tree

He goes toward wild thorny forest, leaving behind the green trimmed yard

He wants to be free, and following rules is too hard

He races and falls, skinning his knees

But runs still faster, for she's after him, he sees

He dashes to an wide oak to hide, althrough the nearby brambles catch his bib

When at last his mother catches up. Now it's back to the crib.

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