Compassion For a Cactus

You handsome fellow standing erect and unassuming in your clay pot never moving a muscle of your prickly being nor muttering a complaint I know what you are thinking as you stare out my window at the blanket of white Why are you not in the heat of the desert under an azure sky drinking in the sunshine that is rightfully yours! How dare someone take away the wide open spaces of your childhood! the beauty of the evening sunset and night sky that only the desert knows! Your silent curses will be a punishment by not rewarding me with the beauty of a flower - Yes, that will do it.. I will have to be content to stare at your lanky spiraling body which will stick a finger and make it bleed But, since I do feel your pain you shall have a larger pot in which to live so you may grow lean and old and think of what might have been..