wild animalA Poem by flickering candleI’m sorry it is just the fact that I am a wild animal. I
will not turn in my homework. I will howl at the rising moon. I will not take
out the trash. I will climb trees. I will not get a job. I will befriend the
birds and have chats about the weather with beavers. You cannot cage a wild
heart. It’s roots grow deeper than the tallest pine and its blood runs faster
and warmer that a wolf at night. The lion tamer will be eaten. And that is
beautiful. Uncaged is beautiful. Wild is beautiful. -c.s. © 2015 flickering candleReviews
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