Steal Away

Steal Away


A squirrel

had its back to me this morning. 

I was visually deciphering

its bushy tail from its rotund body,

noticing the tones of brown in its fur

and on the bark of the tree. 

It turned and ran. 

There was a stroke of red across its eyes,

a bandit wearing a mask. 

I would like to run.

I would like to steal away

from this place.


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