The Barn Behind
The gray barn
Alone on the barren field
Waiting to be unlocked
Watching for the others
Stranded lost in gray
Looking up at the sky
Searching for the light
In the empty spaces
Where could they be?
Alone in the dark?
Wandering free
Unlike me
Somewhat alone
Except for the sky
The swift green fields and I
The soft wind blows
The wolves howl
The owls perch together you see
Unlike me
But where am I
Lost alone
Underneath its soft beige tone
The simple breeze
The dark gray sky
And plain old me
The barn behind
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