Wild: A Poem

The headline splashed
Across local newspapers
That one summer
Had my wild blue eyes
Scanning property lines
And below the dip
Of pine trees.

“Do you think we’ll ever see it?” I wondered

“Did you hear that?” my brother asked

Wild Cougar Sighting

Summer days warped to nights
As we waited for eyes like midnight
Or as red as mushroom caps to
Flash us in the darkness.

I wondered how many times
Wild paws circled the streetlight
Outside my window,
Running beneath the stars
As if a zodiac sign on the loose.

Maybe we’ll catch a glimpse
Next summer.

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