The dog's fur, thick and rough or thin,
Doesn't tell you what lies within.
The raccoon, masked bandit
in the night,
With teeth displayed in fearsome light,
Might growl and puff, a show so bold,
But underneath, a story to be told.
It's fear, not fight, that drives the act,
To scare away, avoid the impact.
Like some of us, with guarded face,
We build a wall to keep our space.
A bluff, a show, a coat of might,
But gentle hearts can hide from sight.
So look beyond the first display,
A kinder soul might light the way.
T.M.Solvang
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