Wild and Rare

The difference between those that declare,
“You’re know nothings, but I’m wild and rare!”
And the wonder Eclare is she was wild and rare.

(And knew she knew nothing, so there!)

Yes, Eccles the Clare was exceedingly fair
In the ways that matter to bears.

Bugs in her belly, quills in her hair,
Wearing that see-all, owlish stare,
Making her very wary way where
Nightmares are too scared to dare.

Her roar had a waterfall flair.
Fox envied all Eck smelled on the air.
The woods slipped through her unaware
Of the blessed beast that called them lair.

But you know how you knew she was wild and rare?
When that child Clare smiled you felt rare and wild.

Drawn by Brandon.

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