Eyes of an animal
As I walk my way from the lodge to college, I see a number of children, all of 'em tiny five year old things hovering around me. No, not for the sake of love, but because they had nothing better to do, and of course, for food. They were all ill clothed, with a tan that could be achieved by staying all day in the sun. They would always gather around me, and ask for food. But, about half a mile away from them, there was a child. A child who grabbed my attention every time I crossed the lane. He would never come along with other kids, singing in a chorus for free food. Instead he would be observing the drama from a distance. Sometimes, he was too busy to even notice. Every day, I found him collecting twigs from the ground and tying them in a bunch. Probably helping his mother. But I saw more than just hardwork when I looked at him. There was something, in his eyes. Something more than innocence. Those were the eyes of an animal. Eager, determined, wild and what not.