Canines and Thorns


Woooi Daddy!
Woooi Daddy!
Screamed my cub
Across the mountain-high thorny fence.
I held his hand
Firmly from my side.
Don’t step on the thorns!
It can’t come for you
When I’m with you.

The boy forcefully stepped
On the long sharp acacia thorns
He dreaded 
The frightful monster
With thick fur 
On its neck
Like a mane.
I felt like my heart was reverberating
Outside my chest cavity.

Please don’t step on the thorns!
I sincerely pleaded 
With my cub.
He agreed to be courageous
And trusted Daddy.
And then I leaped backward
Then commanded my adrenaline
To save my cub.
Well, we all can swim
Past a crocodile's mighty teeth
If there’s something in
That our hearts reverberate for.

I saw in broad daylight
Canines and thorns
Both stretching their hands
To devour my cub.
I saw how the Devil King
Can snatch a ruble
From your hands.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

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