Patience

Leaping Black Zeta won’t learn to sit.
Feral, she slashes at cuffs and sleeves,
merciless in her bold advances.
Some day her rough tongue
will lap my face with unabashed tenderness.
Until then I will live on acorns
in a stout underground cage.

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