Thoughts

Ogre

Once an ogre walking by
Held my trembling hand
and asked me why
does a one-eyed, wild haired walking giant
hold such terror in my eyes
when he can’t stand straight
nor see left or right
when his height
makes him gravity’s delight
and his hair holds hornets nests, birds and pests
and things that bite

he cried his heart
steadied my hand
made me understand

I knew i beheld a talented ogre
who read his parts
with the actors art
he held my heart
and ate the rest with apple tart!

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