Bear with me.
in a metal sling.
Right thru the fur.
There outta be a law
There outta be a law.
They followed me out into the woods.
Found my cave, left me food.
Shoot to kill?
Nobody will.
Circus or zoo?
I'm eager too, waiting for dark.
Licking my wounds.
Biding my time.
Filing my nails.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 22:38
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Bear Trap
Got my right foot caught againin a metal sling.
Right thru the fur.
There outta be a law
There outta be a law.
They followed me out into the woods.
Found my cave, left me food.
Shoot to kill?
Nobody will.
Circus or zoo?
I'm eager too, waiting for dark.
Licking my wounds.
Biding my time.
Filing my nails.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 818 times
Written on 2006-10-12 at 22:38
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