Porcupine Ridge simmer down boy

oof sorry for the wait!

sometimes it is good not to forget
the small child in every being, left
behind as the body grows
and childhood leans far behind

maul still found joy in play
in small wonders like the surprise
of a green inchworm dropping in for a visit
or the song of rushing water over stone

some things should not grow
or be forgotten
and maul knows this
as he pounds dirt and smiles

he mimics the sunny sweep of a forelimb
his eyes meeting what appears as two bright suns
housed under a cheerful dome of
wide grins and clean teeth

meanwhile the dust settles quiet like snow
piling
maul pauses in the dusty air
"what are you doing?"