Wild Life

I'm the neighborhood pangolin.
I'm in a ball. I'm very spiky.
“Do not walk on my lawn,” I say,
But you, a squirrel, do, anyway.
“Chase me,” you taunt. I'm much
Too slow, so I peek at you, slender,
And twitching, and beautiful,
Wanting to catch you, knowing
I can't, remaining rolled up in
A ball.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-16 at 11:48

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