Field Of Flowers

Oh, Great Terror, stalking 'cross land

Wild and free, respect you command,

What do you seek here, oh hunter of kats?

You seem lost, in strange petals you pat. 

Oh, Great Terror, commander of power,

Dear beast, have you never seen a flower? 

Your jaws agape, your fangs for show,

You gallop away- the threat is rooted, slow.

Oh, Great Terror, please turn around.

With my pleading, you hesitate, press your nose to ground

What is that sweet, divine smell? 

“You’ll see that the flowers are just swell.”

Oh, Great Terror, commander of fear

None will ever see you here

You are safe, joyous and free

The only one to see you frolick is me.

Oh, Great Terror, tired from play,

Burrow into my side, as if to say,

You thrive, you love, you live, you trust

Though they don’t see what you are, I know I must.