Fear Of The Eyes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fear Of The Eyes



Fear of the eyes

What would have had happened?

I was child; baby-boom’s.
Free born; lived free
We climbed hills, trees.
All were ours, sea to beach
Mountains, and the jungles
'Trespass’ was rare sign.

And I was, like others
When leaving spring
Racing home, up the hill
Ran and fell, or crawled
Energies of those times.

Suddenly in a hole
Eye to eye, as if cave
I saw two, nickel-size
Staring; bright-shine.
Then blinked; scared, I
Lost grip; almost fell
Rolling down as if ball.

The owl was in its nest.
Sitting on, the laid eggs.

Friday, April 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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