Wild Child

Feel fate Stir a wild breeze In a crisp squeeze Not late Feel light Fling a bright shaft More than mere stuff Can sight Feel wit Race ever wild From a mere child Play fits Feel touch In cheeky face Here in fond trace As much Feel smiles Sneak upon gaze As grin hurls maze With style Feel jest Echo word play In a brisk way Of fest Feel mood Perplex odd fire As will now sires Fond good Feel now Child antics speed Time in blunt feed Yet how Feel flow Buzz weary time In awkward chimes That show Feel grip Of child-like needs That demands speed To sip Leon Enriquez 08 December 2018 Singapore