
Out in a field
They walk,
One leashed,
One tethered by love.
One wears a cone
Not of shame,
But of healing,
The other does a healing dance
Amidst the flowering weeds
While the man patiently strolls
Under the healing sun.
Out in a field
They walk,
One leashed,
One tethered by love.
One wears a cone
Not of shame,
But of healing,
The other does a healing dance
Amidst the flowering weeds
While the man patiently strolls
Under the healing sun.