Monday, November 04, 2013

POEM - Mouse / Lion

The little Plexiglas cage
Contained the frailest creature
All scrawny and serious
Unaware of the reasons
That this wire and that tube
Had to be attached
Taped, glued and stuck
To this that and the other

She just looked around
Flailed and slept
Plotting all along
Planning out
In great detail
Exactly how things would be done
When she got out of this joint

That’s the only explanation that makes sense
Of why our sweet little girl
Who couldn’t wait to come
Was so angry when it finally happened
Why the little mouse
Grew the spirit of a lion
Inside her slight frame

She sits now days
With her arms folded
And her head cocked
In an observational way
Deciding exactly which thing
That you are doing wrong
She is going to pounce on
Ravenously tearing apart
What is not right in her world
Then she rebuilds
Organizes and restructures
So that all is right
Just like she planned
In those first few weeks
Confined in a clear plastic box
Just watching
And waiting
And practicing
How to change her squeaky little voice

Into a mighty roar






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