The Little Camel

The little camel stood by himself

He stayed roped to the peg

His master was inside the far building

Bartering with the merchant inside

The little camel lapped up the water

That the merchant had to provide

His master came out with all the merchant could provide

The little camel kept his thoughts to himself

He could feel the water

From before, had put a peg

In his thirst inside

He began to walk away from the building

They had walked for miles, building

All the stamina the journey could provide

The little camel felt a fire inside

He only wanted to better himself

This feeling inside he could not peg

But he no longer wanted for water

The little camel kept his pace towards the water

That filled the oasis his master was building

His master hammered in each tent peg

He had gladly accepted each peg the merchant could provide

The little camel, once again, sat by himself

As his master finally climbed inside

As the young man sat inside

His eyes wandered to where his stead rested by the water

The night was just lovely and he had never cared for covered stars himself

He climbed outside of the canvas building

This beast was one who’d given everything he could provide

The little camel gave his all to the boy with the peg

The tent stayed secure at every peg

A bit of company the man could provide

The little camel was not by himself

The two slept by the water

Outside of the canvas building

As the beast and the boy felt warm inside

When morning came and each peg was gone and the water,

Could no longer provide, the canvas building

Disappeared. The camel himself, was content inside.