On Four Walls
Their young strong-willed son,
ever resourceful,
has been given "time out" for bad behavior.
There is no noise coming from the room.
After two hours,
the mother grows concerned.
Why has there been
none of the usual clamor
by him to be released
from his small prison?
As she walks into her child's room,
she is startled by the claws of lions
which seem to spring
from the right side of the room.
She spins around with a gasp.
On four walls
are different animals
crouched or ready to pounce.
A black panther, which peers at her
with huge yellow eyes,
takes center stage
above the window
where it has been drawn
in bold crayon strokes
as if it were creeping in from the outside
to join the landscape
of the magnificent lush green jungle
applied to the once-white surface
of the walls surrounding her.
Owls and tropical birds
perch on the branches
of the jungle trees,
and a fat green snake slithers
by the door.
Her son, finishing up
the wall nearest his bed,
looks up at her
from the piles of crayons
strewn across the floor
and impishly smiles.
Did I mention,
he is also very artistic?
Written Feb. 22, 2016 For the contest of A.A.
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