Little Eyes
See the soul
Flames lighting
Up the sky
Eyes
Blank with Innocence
Not harmful
Not scary
A treasure
Like stars in the Sky
Wet from a Past dip
Scaley but
Smooth
See the soul
Black eyes staring back at you
With a glisten and a glow
Shining
True soul you never Knew
No big Bow
But…
Who she really is
Claws, mud and
Her smile staring back at you….walking home to rest
by Lucy, Grade 5