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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