I tied him to a tree
Because he scares me.
Uncontrollable, messy, angry
I bound his hands behind his back,
Stuffed his mouth with rags,
And stood aside to see.

There we stand, 
Staring at each other.
At peace
Stable
No disturbance,
No confrontations,
Quietness.

I turn around,
To go toward town.
But hear a sound behindly.
There he stands, untied and free.
Gosh darn, you little brat
You've escaped me.