Archive-name: Poetry/my-pet.txt

Archive-author: Ariel Witch

Archive-title: My Pet

      



 Young sweet lion,

 taut,

 the forbidding jungle rhythm

 forcing your walk.

 How I long to have you

 at my side,



 sleek, proud.

 Wild beast of paradise,

 lean, hungry,

 you stalk the outer edges

 of my dreams,

 bidding me enter your domain,

 daring me to cross the fringe

 of territorial balance,

 taunting me with the promise

 your tawny body holds.

 How I long to run with you,

 free...

 free in the night storms,

 free in my day dreams,

 free...



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