The Land of Freedom

It is evening and I am free

Realization of flight is quite me

The home was blue and green, eye candy of the abodes

Curious George had nothing on me for I was the blue ribbon winner

Sailing back, eyes bugging out as childhood cartoon

The home was my fantasy

Colors so vivid making me cry and Tyler the bulldog came to greet

Was I in a cathedral, because there is no end to the ceiling

Now an understanding came to my brain

Marvelous seashells with a vortex of lines

Bleached white gave a sanitized look lending esthetics to the home

I gasped at the sight, but just then….

   Did she see me? 

      The woman who owns the home!

As I flew out towards the door, she smiled

Saying my salutations to the small bull dog

Flying back to my land crying as every evening