oh mercy me
I saw what you did there
changing your spots into stripes
thinking nobody would notice
of course who am I to talk
having shed my skin so many moons ago
back when I was granted clemency
by the powers that be
seeing the world from new perspectives
I saw you going into the woods
and I was sure you’d never return
at least not in my lifetime
of course I followed you in
not as your weaponized protector
more like a casual observer
curious in witnessing
the mystery of divine intervention
I saw what I saw
the blind man said to the snake
the former having left his former self
february two thousand twenty
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Great poem, as always!
Hey thanks Leyla!
Metamorphosis….
oh yes
A wonderfully done poem about transformation, thank you.
Thanks so much for visiting and commenting on this piece, Geri.