Wild, a poem

Wild

The wild words can be observed
in their natural habitat, yes,
but I pen them with fences made
of meter for you. Lines and rhymes
(at times) hold them, the monkeys in
their house, the reptiles safely behind
their glass. They can not hurt you, reader.
You can say you saw them, one
Sunday afternoon. The kids
read the signs explaining each.

Stephen Brooke ©2026