Within My Gaze

What is it that your feeble mind thinks I am

I can see my picture as I walk your yard

Upon your T-Shirts, paintings and plates

Displayed proudly upon your walls

You think me to be cuddly

Domesticated easily like a lap dog hound

Yet it is only to the giant bear

Have I have ever backed down

You come to my home

To sleep, laugh, and play

When was the last time that you ever

Seen me strolling into your home

More ignorant than the lamb I had this morning

My belly is grumbling as the dark is setting in

Now do you think I am so cute and cuddly

As I back you down

Your eyes glued, within my gaze

T. R. Savage