If you move too quickly, I will run.
But it doesn't mean I want to.
It's an escape mechanism my heart created
when it figured out
that I'm vulnerable.
I have so little control, I'm paralyzed
by what could be. The whatifs travel in packs,
my most feared predator.
They nip at my heels, draw blood as my heart beats
loud and fast in my ears.
So be patient with your pet. I don't always understand.
Maybe if you stand still, just quiet enough,
I'll come
and learn to trust in your affection.
