Cavorting Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Only a new born calf
Can experience the freedom
From being bound up
In a watery existence
Dark, tied to a mother's string.

Free, free at last
To do as others do
Run with tail held high
Over the ridges and furrows
Over grass grown deep.

Free, like the wind
And with brothers and sisters
Enjoy the strength that is found
In muscles unbound.

To run, run as fast as the wind
Away from mothers care
But not too far
Circling and then returning.
As if to say, I am free
(But not too free
For I still need your care.)

Eyes wide open
Seeing the wonders unfolding
Seeing another, like kind
That scampers away
Giving a meaning to the term
Cavorting!

Communicating in a world
Full of sound
But silent as nature intends
No need to cry out
Distress or fear of the unknown
Brave as only one so young can be
I am free!

And the new mother
Watching and ever alert
To dangers unknown
Follows as if the umbilical cord still binds
Driven by a force unknown
To protect that which is as much a mystery
To her as to the newborn calf.