“What is it?” the boy wondered curiously. “Is it some kind of lioness?”
The man replied unable to take his eyes off her, “That, my boy, is a wild poetess on the loose!”
“Should we catch her and put her in a cage so she’ll never leave us?”
“Oh no, son. That would be our own suicide.”
The man and the boy watched the wild poetess in awe for she kept changing before their eyes… each time a stunning revelation, discovering her beauty as if for the very first time.
“There are many wild poetesses, my son, and they have been caged far too long, but I’ve heard rumors they are on the loose in droves once again.”
“Oh goodie! Can we get more of whatever sets them free and plant fields of it so this never happens again? Please, dad, we have to!”
“Just take notice of how each one loves to be loved. Then simply love her and she’ll free herself.”
“Oh. I’ll need training in that.” said the boy.
The man sighed and smiled proudly, squeezing the boy close and feeling hopeful again.