you might as well be a squirrel
running frantically round
the nearly naked trees
like autumn’s last leaves
twirling into place
on yesterday’s mulched ground

better yet a bunny
with a strangely happy hop
but the bunnies have all gone
to where we can only speculate
or not

i often hear you among the others
chattering incessantly
as you scramble and shout
i wonder now if you are even aware of me
despite your perceptual acuity
and the story i make up about

suddenly i’m driven back
to an awareness
i thought i’d almost lost
reminded once again
i’m only seeing another small part of it
but at what cost