Yearns

I suppose I’ve seen a great
many wonderful things. I
suppose I’ve tasted the
blue sky, breathed the green
pines, captured the
quickly-darting critter
in my teeth. I suppose I
have managed to erupt some
truly alarming gas. And yet: my
heart, it still yearns. For one
more rabbit, one more
jerky treat. One
more outstanding
poop.