A Few Feet Apart

The youth of the day presented me

a young novice rider to see.

A few feet apart he stands,

the roots of fear and uncertainty etched through his lungs.

A twig of sorts he extends, the nip of my muzzle a tiger’s bite.

The dispersion of my interest greets,

a variety of delectable treats.

An instant of existence, rewarded.

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