i'm calm

Watching the house cat
outside in this green,
Pouncing at the dandelions,
Batting at the bees.
He is as young as this heat
but remains unleashed,
He is free in mind,
and able to reach.

She stays sprawled in the Sun
or the shade of the deck,
But she is tied at the back
and attached at the neck.
Is it the knowing of the length
she can crawl?
Does she know she can’t get far at all?

I am like her unless I am
Free to to reign,
To be without clocks
Or a time to claim.
Then i am the one, with less knead
Outdoors, collared without a line
To breach.
I like dandelions but not quite bees,
I’m not totally endless,
but I’m certainly unleashed.