The Bobcat 

There’s a bobcat in the cupboard 

While the house cat plays outside.

Darkness shows reflected eyes

While smooth fur reflects sunshine.

The wild is insidious

But the tame go out to play,

This bobcat must be exorcised

There is no other way.

I chased him out with bravery

And rage and guts of steel,

Only to return and find

He hasn’t left my field.

I thought I’d have to drive him off

To keep him from my own,

But a closer look descries the fact

He’s a housecat with no home.

The wild hid in darkness

For years and stretched out miles,

Now I find it docile 

And as playful as a child.

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