The evening bulb shone dimly, in the almond ale sky.
Wispy winds scatter seasonal paper nuts, about my tiny feet.
I am a simple rodent, who enjoys the many shades of life.
Littering the curved chestnut nails, I scurry with my kin towards our evening meal,
Inside the human burrow, a most familiar shade. My siblings nip at my newborn heel.
"Gather what you can," I tell them, "quietly and without strife."
Heed my orders, cloaked clan true, and before I knew, we had returned to the shaven wheat.
Twirling sighs graze my cobalt coat. Are we living a lie?
Relieved that the task is done: another foray, we have won;
Another night, to feed my young;
Together, here, with everyone.
Yonder days, O hominal aid!
Alas we borrow, but none repaid!
In time, perhaps, we'll cleanse our debt. (In their ears, I whispered as they slept.)
- Never forsake, the Autumn Raid.
The evening bulb shone brightly, in the plump plum sky.
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2009
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