Poem Twenty-four

One look and you can tell that she
Is all pent up inside and doesn’t
Want to talk, like
She’s a fury that been denied prey when
It was she who caught the kill. We
Just stand aside and let her simmer and have
Her space while we get out of her sight and have fun.

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