Boy Meets Baboon
Michael Marchese
A rustle in trees
Straight ahead
Line of sight
Out appears
A bold, alpha baboon,
Appears frightened
Its keen senses heightened
Igniting its
Fight or flight
Primal excitement
Bewildered on edge
By this guest uninvited
Delighted to make its acquaintance
Despite
Of its quick to take parting,
Decisively darting
Out into the clearing
And steering its family
Clear of my staring
But never breaks glaring
Back at me, intense
Of its all too brief presence
I take no offense
Distant cousins
With pleasantries
Often dispense
About the Creator
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