“Let the wild things stay wild”
She says, as she reigns me back in
Let them slink silently back into the forest
Let them jump, leap, hop back into the brush
Let them have some sanctuary
A place to escape from us
In Florida wetlands, a pair of sandhill cranes
Crossing a stream with their two offspring
Reminiscent of prehistoric creatures
Wildness on the wing
A pair of otters seen
Heads bobbing in the stream
Spotted, their eyes meet mine
Then slinky bodies retreat into the green
Later, two baby gators
Holding still in a swamp with mama nearby
Anhingas spread out their wings
A hole for a screech owl to hide
Where is the black panther,
The wild hog, the bobcat?
Are they watching us as we walk,
Oblivious to where they are at?
Spring in suburban Texas
A pair of white tailed deer
Step slowly out of the woods
Cross the creek then flee in fear
A flock of monk parakeets gather
While a pair of bald eagles fly by
Woodpeckers thump and owls hoot
And forest path is lit by firefly
“Let the wild things stay wild”
She says, as she sets me free
