Going down Murray Mall
All gangly limbed and freckled
Surrounded by his mates
He shambled apelike towards us
Arms akimbo, legs bent
Fixing me with hostile stare
Oozing testosterone
with a simian quest for domination
I met his gaze with a closed mouth smile
Borrowed from Paul Hogan
As if to say, “You call that a threat?”
He dropped his head and skirted around us.
Wondering Pilgrim 