you just can’t reach
itchy
scritchy
always just
an inch too far
from easy access.
Strain and stretch
and yet
it continues to evade.
Come
scratch my itch.
Innuendo intended.
First she comes
tentative
and wild
one quiet step
and then another.
Shhh… stay still
and watch
they say,
and next
comes the surprise.
Twins with wobbly legs and curiously twitching noses follow their mother out of the trees and into the open. They stay close, but still they come. Their mother is skittish, but she brings them forward to show them off in a gift built through years of cultivating trust.