Learn

Foregrounded  with attitude,
Prepared like a French salad,
Did I own some likeness to learn.

Prowling was never its nature,
In the benefited state of hunting.
Growl never came out of its mouth.

Harm is done,
In negligence to the child.
My child killed my harm principle.

He was adorable, lovely and flamboyant.
The rambunctiousness undid them when he grew up.
I became too old to learn, it is when I lost the key to wonderland.

No one can pity me,
For what I have done;
The habits never change for me, and you.
It is such a pity that we never learn this.