Nature vs. Nurture

Sweet songbird
hush youthful ignorance
chase  fresh posture
under beds, where Monsters lay
in puddles of anticipation

crawl after
force into arms of
battle
songbird lullaby, my only weapon

whistle familiar tunes
bread crumbs
to
bring battled body back
should Monsters
find amusement

Sweet female
origin of song,
eject me from your womb
pass me to nature
instincts grow
fight vs. flight
both

Dear friends
who
cannot
abandon,

they ARE the natural teacher.