The Poet Kingdom

The poet is a chameleon. Expressing its condition becomes a background duplicate, creative his rendition His eyes are strangely situated, awkwardly exposed observing life entirely, grasps what no one knows Round and round he gawks, whilst quietly at ease birds and bees,the old Oak trees,oblivious to his basic needs The poet is a lioness. Vulnerable and rough she'll never reign her domain, her fate is good enough her instincts give her aptitude, to nurture her trainees delicately killing preys to feed their base necessities The predator with social skills collects no gift or grant only marvel in her life, to give, as she would want The poet is a Border collie. Gifted and refined demands precision constantly, their craft is in the mind Surprise you unexpectedly, but if they don’t keep fit their temperament will burn you,consume you with their wit As you lick your wounds, and feel the need to leave They’ll pat you on the back, persuade you endlessly The poet is in everything. Balanced and neurotic complex at times and speaks in rhymes, abstracting all that’s classic The poet is in you; it’s waiting to be found like every creature on this earth, each one its only bound The poet has a kingdom, it’s found in every heart when lead by actual sentiments, creates a work of art