Night Walk Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Night walk

Not yet five, was too dark
And I, needed to walk…

Dressed me and went out
Smelled the Marijuana…

Its smell I do like,
Slowed down!

Everywhere was silent
The random, were scared…

"What are we? "
"Hatched chicken? "

Are we birds of the cage?
It two feet born, butchered?

Do we know freedom?
Are aware of escape?

Guess we are trained pets
A woolly and round faced!

The owner gets kitten:
"Can train it my way! "

Remembered Prairies and plains
And old days' men, women.

In middle of the nights
Those lions went around.

Strong and brave,
To fear was a shame!

Had no path, nor asphalt
Had trails and catwalks.

Knock, knock, knock
They ended at exact right place.