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.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2023
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