the gift of wild

 

walker is the wild man

that terrifies me

 

when god doled out inhibition

he skipped walker

 

i find a hole when i see him coming

so isn't it a surprise

 

when he turns out to be puddy-tat

a little lambykin 

 

a sheep in wolf's clothing

that glint in his eye

 

mirth

that rapacious smile 

 

joy

he is a character out of milton

 

judged on appearance

a reputation more myth than truth

 

there is no denying it

he is a wild man, of the very best kind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-29 at 15:55

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