Boy With Multicolored Eyes
crouched...
ready
attack or flee?
he hides
exposing not even
the speckled ambiguity
of social foliage.
watching...
hunger reaches
out to feed
where fear springs back-
this quiver
held between
is snapping snarling pain.
He's not afraid of me
but that he'll tame!
Oh, wild intensity
How can he trust
me just to touch
undo the trap
and set him free?
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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