At the Mountain Trail

While he's looking for the key,
she's running from the car to nearby pines;
back and forth, back and forth.

Trees and wind whisper,
What's on her weird behavior;
why can't she enjoy running ahead?
fear of being attacked? By what?
Mountain lion, or human? 

Both, she thinks,
for the beast is human is beast;
wish the beast is flower;
human is butterfly;

as a child, she once thought.
silly, thought then;
now, blue and true. 

©Byung A. Fallgren