She Was Ours For a Bit
As feral as the wildest beast
She loped away with claws
That could leap mountains
And did
We knew to not wait up
For she would be okay
She had a winged committee
Of angel protectors
She was ours for a bit
But she was her own forever
Living her truth,
No one held her back or ever tried
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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