Scurry Of Movement

Walked down the street feeling all the weight in the world

Past the flurry of life, not really noticing

As my head head wandered where the burden unfurled

Thoughts brimmed in the mind clouding my vision

Unbeknownst of my way, I strayed

Strayed into the undergrowth floored with abscission

Heard a twig break and a scurry of movement

That tugged me back to reality

A tiny squirrel looked up, now with which my mind was confluent

Shone its beetle eyes on me, freeing the shackles in my gut and making me smile

Looked in my bag, found some food and a text message to get home

Five minutes more, I replied as I offered my little host a cranberry and sat down for a while

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