Wild
By Coen B
Published 4 July 2023
Trees with red leaves.
The trunks of blue, brass and gold.
The bushes growl behind me.
A furious beast on two legs charging at me without hesitation,
Everything suddenly stops.
The world charged at me with fearful eyes
like he's possessed by a witch.
A thorn in his paw,
A simple movement,
And he rolls on his belly,
Cured and happy.