scurrying under the leaves
playing peek-a-boo with me
and the leaves all crunchy and amber
provided ample covering for a
little scamper that didn’t want to be
recognized, was shy and bit nervous
he’d be found out by a mouse
I didn’t want to disturb his absentee flashes
but I did want to have a look at him
he intrigued me in his flurry
he, being a lot like me –
nowhere to go but in a hurry