I found myself today looking at the first sign of spring,
the quiet blow of the wind introduced me to the silence,
one I had known but forgotten.
As the sun glared into my eyes; illuminating the scenery to create the false pretense of tranquility.
But behind my dirt smeared window I can see the shadows,
as a mouse gets eaten alive by a hawk,
looking to explore, only to find the gallows,
and with its decision, it's fate had a lock.
So while I see this comforting sky,
and the potential to fly,
this fear keeps me in,
from finding what could be within.