A Gorilla in My Back Yard
There's a gorilla in my back yard.
I'm making friends with him,
as he moves toward my world.
He says a few words,
or what he thinks are words,
to show me how 'human' he is.
He clumsily hikes
a football through his legs.
I've taken a risk
to approach this great beast
whose silver-steel muscles
could crush me in an instant.
Venturing out of his habitat,
he's overcome his natural
fear of the unknown.
A great sharing's
behind my house.
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