The Nut
quiet
look,
there he is,
looking gray and down
studying the earth
appearing to be wrapped in thoughts
remembering another one
he glances toward the road
the path for which he fears
hat chew!
startled
he swings around
fluid motion
turns to sudden stillness
desperately gasping for air
heart thumping loud
quiet heart
not too loud
for sound is not his friend
feeling the predator
watering his mouth
seconds drift
all hearts regulate,
he gently rotates
analyzing what he must have lost
for memories fade
always changing
perhaps his last breathe
hopefully,
not today
can he muster the strength
this is his chance
thoughts imprisoned
running swiftly, loudly
amongst his world
for which we embark upon
gliding gently down
backed by eyes of blue
thundering down to earth
stirring the onlookers
we adjust
still unaware
perhaps even without care
destination achieved
gathering his item
he stands tall
observing his exit
not noticing the onlookers
he quickly makes his farewell
safely and peacefully
the taste of victory
fills his mouth
what a nut
we whisper in our minds
quiet
look,
there he is,
looking gray and down.
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