Copper Creature Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

She is so shy, I wonder why; she tiptoes by.
Copper creature, but cunning is her feature.
Wild, but maybe not, the impression that I got.
We meet every night when the sky loses its light.
Out of nowhere, she appears, bright eyes, pointy ears.
First, she looks to see if it is me, for she needs certainty.
Slowly, she creeps down to see if she can trust me.
I sit at ground level, in front of her face and gazing eyes.
She came to my hand for her treat, now I start to realise.
Barriers moved, bonding commences, friendship found,
It has been eight months since we met near the playground.
When she made the first move and took the food from me.
Her gentleness and splendour conveyed the mystery.
My friend, the copper creature, may come again tonight.
I hope she does, I wish she would, for she is a delight.