Oh little wildcat baby,
with your red knees with your bramble hair,
You grew up scrambling, playing torpedo games,
practicing you pounce.
Your first words – chanted “beasts, beasts, beasts!”
playing with the briar patch boys and their animals
snapping twigs in your teeth, walking on tip toes,
breaking the things that can’t grow back.

Advertisements

~ by warpaintandwandering on July 25, 2014.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s