Sunday, November 20, 2022

Risky


alone and isolated, I hide from

my own reflection fearing it is

planning something against me,

I fear the trees and the bushes

the rabbits and squirrels and all

the birds that fly from one tree

to another...  knowing that they

look at me with contempt as

they fly by...  I step on the ants

to show my dominance but

feat the lizzards and worms that

move past me withouot looking,

my days are shortened by the

night that robs me of my sleep

as I wonder what will become

of me the next day hence...  I

am just a lonely field mouse

without a family as I was cast

out while we were passing by.


13 November 2022

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