G is for


Wild game
The dark flowers of her eyes
bloom in dusk as we wait
Velveteen ears flicker
like flame
We are not here to take her
Our game
is only to watch her pick her way
among the leaves
with bark-colored legs
as the wild heart in my chest.

Words by:  Megan
Left image by:  Stephanie {Hipstamatic and Snapseed}
Right image by:  Christy {Noir, ScratchCam, Squara}

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