The eyes flitted across the room furtively
The lil one with 2 pigtails played peacefully.
The dolls were changed many times over,
The tiny pots and pans arranged all over.
The crowd began to disperse
towards the dining area:
Few held themselves back,
prepared to wait it over.
Thats when he entered
wearing a dark suit, class written all over.
He moved around with ease
evryone's attention he held to please.
It just took a second
but she saw the eyes squeezing shut
The pigtails flying around
Into the shadows far behind.
The instincts picked it up
ferocious and determined.
A mother's sixth sense they say
But she knew he was the one.
He was from the same family after all
No one would believe her, but she knew,
A mother will pounce to defend her brood,
Like a lion in wait, standing over his food.
The prompt over at writer's island 'ferocious'.