Clutching At Straws

Clutching at Straws I clutched a straw albeit one for me that is quite more than enough for I be just one It skews in my hand caused by the grasp of it hope its release beckons a recall of its former self Alas, not nearly as close but far worse for where it bends was a tear So now I'd be ready this rarest thing that I do as I gingerly grasped more then all of the straws Clutching them unbeknownst to me hails a slightly older kid in need of a straw Looks puzzled at first till his inner brows met his nose and the outer rosed up Without fail I replaced all save one in the empty jar and slowly began to retreat When suddenly a hand reached from behind me and yanked the straw I held Defensive training consumed me as I roundhouse kicked him to a penitent pose Again with a puzzled and now dazed look he returned to me my unaffected sturdy straw He tells his friends no more will he be grasping at straws there Then I turned and grinned imagined a lesson I received for the result of that moment I was unlearnt in defense and it had finished adversely against me 2020 September 26 *2nd Place* Clutching at Straws ~~Kai Michael Neumann