Oh, I know how tame I am
yet just for this little while
these few days in this patch of woods
I pretend there is something wild.
I pretend I can understand
the black crows when they caw
I am drawn like a moth to the flame
though the logs were cut with a saw
I like the roof and running water.
I’m not such a Nature’s Child.
But just for a while I humor myself.
Let me be just a little bit wild.
by Kathleen Hart 10/2013
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