GROWING UP

He loved the lilies,the prairies and all,

The hyena,the panther and crow,

All his friends through winter and fall,

they loved him,he loved them more.





He was growing in height,limbs with beard bore,

He lost the chuckle,the flute and flaw.

He stiffened and left the stall,

To find a place befitting his form.





Civilization,schedule and silky draws,

Whiskey,wine and evening gowns,

All the change and life in town

Removed the fire,the free jonathan.





Now jonathan can’t sing nor live forlon,

He can’t even take a evening walk.

The town,the splendor with beauty and all,

He can’t leave them,thus says jonathan.





kyalo.

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