At what price?

His balls were collateral
They were Chinese
Painted and they jingled
They were his worry balls
The man kept one only
Very reasonable like
HA
That was all he had
For collateral
Two slightly chipped
Worry balls
But at what price
Did he still have them
He had fought off
Predators before
But this time he handed
them over
A wolf in sheeps clothing
How sadly cliché
He let his guard down
Why then?
I hope not because
I told him it would
be safe. I was wrong
Oh so wrong
And I will always
Cryyyyyy
Don’t trust me!!
I don’t know
I didn’t know
I can’t know
It all
….
No.
.