She sits still
Listening
Observing
It wasn’t always so
When she was younger
The energy
Coursing through her veins
Could not be contained
But as she grows older
Wisdom expands
Her tongue is held
Words refrained
Emotions calmed
Don’t be mistaken
Stillness doesn’t
Equate to lack of feeling
Or the ability to be disruptive
Look closely
There is lightning in her eyes
Keep your distance
When she has had enough
Of stupidity
Or lies
The thunder will roll
And the lighting will strike
E.A. Fussell
11/6/2019
E. A. Fussell 