Archive-name: Poetry/my-pet.txt
Archive-author: Ariel Witch
Archive-title: My Pet
      

 Young sweet lion,
 taut,
 the forbidding jungle rhythm
 forcing your walk.
 How I long to have you
 at my side,

 sleek, proud.
 Wild beast of paradise,
 lean, hungry,
 you stalk the outer edges
 of my dreams,
 bidding me enter your domain,
 daring me to cross the fringe
 of territorial balance,
 taunting me with the promise
 your tawny body holds.
 How I long to run with you,
 free...
 free in the night storms,
 free in my day dreams,
 free...

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