she must wonder where my stripes are.
i can see her behind her long eyelashes,
dark wide eyes;
reflecting an understanding i cannot grasp.
but the thunder crashes and we jump in our skins,
zebra and girl.
we're waiting out a storm;
her under a creaky roof
and i in my soul.
maybe she doesn't know the comfort i find in her presence.
but she must wonder where my stripes are.
here, little one, i whisper,
they're all over my heart.
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