Wild Card

It seems like real when it isn't a real card,

It floats as it sinks when you cast it,

It jolts other cards off guard.

I didn't know why I would play it, until I played it.

It's a wild card, I am luck to play it, 

It finds me when I am lost.

When their game gets dirty, it looks good and nasty.

The card is my lifeline, unpredictable and worst,

It's dangerous and untamed.

I walk with it in the desert,

I cast it in the night,

It's fire burns without light.

It's hard to know who played it,

In an open air, it's foxy and wide,

Their nose feels it.

Though your eyes can't see it,

My mind is puzzled by its results,

As they go wild.

____ © by D.W.Kadete