Allegory of the Kayv

I.
When I was still a calf, I was vibrant
I demanded of myself

Now I demand of my rancher
But less so

And as the grass
losses flavor and color

As my knees grow stiff
from my lack of play

I too change with the passing of time

From being- to less than
or just so

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II.
My regrets are few
and crushing

All involving time
Where freedom once lied

Who’s caress
Now squeezes me

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III.
And now I will be marched to my final destination