Freedom


She dances easily through the tall grass.
The sun warms her skin as she frolics about.
Not a care in the world as time seems not to pass.
Suddenly she feels it….that urge to shout.
An animalistic sound comes from her mouth.
From a deep rumble inside of her chest, she finds her voice.
An amazing sound she does not make by choice.
“Freedom!” She screams, “Freedom!”
As tears of happiness streak down her cheeks, she knows.
She has found it.
It is hers.
Freedom.

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