Your own kind
By love_writing
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You could tell she was a young thing
springy legs and all that;
curious, confident, didn’t give a damn
I shooed her with my scarf
then an empty plastic bag-
she gave me the eye- back off
Green eyes to green eyes
She’ll have him, I thought-
he’s not used to others
won’t know how to handle himself.
Yet I saw something in his eye;
I’ve got this
I know what to do
I don’t need you to fight my battles
So I flip flopped off
down stone stairs
leaving you
to your own kind.
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Comments
Really enjoyed this. Love
Really enjoyed this. Love the communication with eyes and how the 'kind' is left for the reader to puzzle. Nice one!
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I will also wonder about the
I will also wonder about the kind. Do put us out of our misery!
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There's a story in here, you
There's a story in here, you've got me gripped.
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Me too - great mystery poem.
Me too - great mystery poem. I thought perhaps it was a frog. I probably sound stupid now huh.
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hello lovewriting,
hello lovewriting,
enjoyed reading your poem -
it's very original and lightly put across - and has a nice sense of humour which made me smile.
good luck with the writing......h
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