We grew bored inside Imprisoned within these grey walls, mere drizzle acting as our jailor Naturally, we hatched a scheme to escape. We waited until we could no longer hear the bullet-like rain on the glass door And swiftly left our cover Running through the sloshy grass Avoiding puddles laid to trap us. We breached the wall of trees, the smell of rain fresh in the air A loud crash in the distance tells us our absence was noticed And the guard would be swiftly on our tails. We took shelter in our tree house The breeze friskily feeling around for any intruders And while it was certainly safer indoors The excitement of adventure felt more at home. Inside our baobab palace We overlooked the land Lost in ambitious conversation Until we saw the birds fly again.