Safe Places Are Hard When You Hide From Sharp Eyes
Safe places are hard when you hide from sharp eyes.
Anxiety says: when you’re a mouse, you scurry fast.
The mouse wonders… what if the eagle nearby is skillfully disguised?
Little mouse trembles when dark might be the shadow of wings.
Little mouse knows the grin could be stuck on a talon.
Doubtfully, hopefully, little mouse whispers, whiskers quivering:
the eagle is nowhere.
Looks to the sky and finds
a swift and starving falcon.
Copyright © Lauren Anne | Year Posted 2018
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