Small creature, why are you here?
The forest is only a minute away,
and yet you chose concrete.
Did you die of fear?
Small creature, I cannot be so bold
as to stop and lift you into grass
for I have commitments
Did you die old?
Small creature, on cement you lay prone
feet in the air, nose up
food for some passing hawk
Did you die alone?
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC
Small creature, why are you here?
The forest is only a minute away,
and yet you chose concrete.
Did you die of fear?
Small creature, I cannot be so bold
as to stop and lift you into grass
for I have commitments
Did you die old?
Small creature, on cement you lay prone
feet in the air, nose up
food for some passing hawk
Did you die alone?
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