Friday, 8 January 2010

Bush Baby

At first sight of you I ran.
Dodging every area in which you came near
and while I looked around, everyone cheered.
Silly..
Rejoicing over such a thing flew right past me.

I approach with caution.
Mum smiles..
Silly child she probably thought,
Bush baby I was called.

I touched!

The warmth of my hand made you less strong.

You weakened.

Gradually your size decreased.

I was scared no longer.

Mind over matter..

Both feet stamped in you to make my mark.

Who would of guessed that we would meet again 12 or so years later.

Hi, where have you been?

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