A Gorilla In My Back Yard Poem

There’s a gorilla in my back yard.
I’m making friends with him,
approaching cautiously,
as he moves toward my world.

He says a few words,
or what he thinks are words,
to show me how ‘human’ he is.
He clumsily hikes
a football through his legs.

I’ve taken a risk
to approach this great beast
whose silver-steel muscles
could crush me in an instant.

Venturing out of his habitat,
he’s overcome his natural
fear of the unknown.

A great sharing’s
taking place
behind my house.