Proprioception
Watcher on the hill
Each shadow asks to be seen
I see you, puppy
Lying in the dark
Believed itself to be lost
abandoned
and cries out for help
to be seen
I see you, my child
My boy that thinks women will not like him
I see you
My puppy that thinks he is too big and clumsy to play with others
and women will be hurt by you
I see you
And hug you
My boy that wishes to excel and be the best,
and to be seen and known as skillful and useful
and even as outstanding at times
I see you, my boy
And acknowledge your want
I see your excels and strives and stunts and wonders
I see you, my sharp fire lightning bolt
I feel you through me and
I love you
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