The Fugitive

The clear blue sky above me Needs a shadow on the run To hide a weary fugitive Before the setting sun The desert plain is endless And my boots are running dry A fugitive is friendless To the stranger passing by A rattlesnake is rotting By a rocky mountain cat A desert rat is scatting From a nesting acrobat The craggy peak above me Is a hide and seeker's base The little birds are bingeing On a rabbit's running face Tarantula's are twisting In the scathing summer heat The wasp is worth resisting But the eggs are hard to beat I gather what is left of me When I was still a man The rocks and caves are not so free To hold me if they can I wish I had a pillow Or a sleeping bag at best To hide the pain of loneliness By weeping on my chest The setting sun is sitting fast The dune is growing cold I hope somebody catches me Before the moon is old.