First Sight
What was it?
Was it the halo of curls
Caught in the light from the sun
The flick quick back look of alarm
The unregistered color of inquisitive eyes
The open stare share
of do I know you
A nano before
defenses slam into place
Headlight hesitation
Freeze to instant disappearance
Paw withheld at first brush of hair
Flash bared teeth
And the instant knowing
Of power to hurt
Followed or held
By the want to protect
The close proximity of
A perfect stranger
in a mind's eye
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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