The Kid

Once I found a kid hiding behind a boulder
I’d heard the stray whimper and thought to carry him
But he was too quick to evade my grasp and flee
He didn’t need rescue: a little beast must run free
Yet the waif returned to the clearing on a whim
Leaping, hoping, nudging my back and my shoulder

From A Book to Free the Soul ©
Frederick Goodall R.A., A Young Goatherd, Orientalism, Royal Academy, Benezit

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