A/N: Written for the Setting Boot Camp for setting: the Quidditch Pitch and prompt: 035 – locks.
The Quidditch Pitch
Poem 10: Free Ground to Grow Upon
It had no cage,
no walls,
no locks
to be confined
behind
And so it could grow
and dance merrily
at every breeze's whim
and watch a vast sky
overhead
and little flyers
flittering
like butterflies
and stretch out its limbs
Farther than the eye
could see
Blissfully ignorant
of its own limits.
