at first, protest
of maternal continuity,
wail for the usual embrace.
pent up, or weeping,
for bundles of guilt:
Even if they trust us,
Even if they need a break,
Even if they have no choice.
Puppies grow into companions
happy to remain where they’re raised.
Children feel stuck in home’s canyons
wishing on stars parents don’t gaze.
Purchased birds cling to their cages,
seem content with their inside lives,
but children seek wider ranges,
they need to fly when they can drive.
Puppies and parakeets liven
where children once played and chattered,
a house still a caring haven
though not the heart of what matters.