Within the shy bloom,
wide eyes stare, at a
strange world, trapped forever
in the hour of day's romance with night.
the little creature so timid
wanting to soar, on the butterfly's
wide-welocming wings.
But! so aware of that Bird,
the Hunter eying his prey.
A world of intricacy encompasses
this lonely being, nestled within
The soft red cell.
He listens to the voice of the unknown,
In a strange land, where chaos reigns.
It scares the little one,
yet he finds himself wanting
to be part of that madness...
Succumbing to the lure of that
exotic world, helplessly, madly,
whirling within the fury of colors.
Alas! the shy little one withdraws
into his monochrome ,
Tomorrow he whispers ,
wishing, wanting...
Nandi
03/22/04
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