Uproar of the Tamed Wild

When one finally blows, after constant being pushed

Cool, moving like a slow wind

Pushed and I never pull

Cool, I listen even when I care less

Calm when mistreated others go to that rare place

I never argue, I never complain

I take it all in and deeply exhale

That's until in a rare Sunday afternoon

Papa told me what to do

And I confused inside voice "breath"

And inside voice scream

And lashed onto him like I was about to kill

And I stopped before I got to his throat

He was stunned and charged back

I was fast for the old man

And he stopped, never spoke

In a different light he saw the wild

I apologized, that changed less

Never could I make amends

He saw Leopard in the wild

Thought I was a stag as a child