A squirrel chirps from near the very top
of this snow-filled and tangled patch of trees.
A human form appears below to chop
some wood to warm its house for this deep freeze.
“It’s cold outside, yet I’ll complete my task
and even though it’s better in my nest,
To keep this…
“One more scratch, please,” barked Sketch while deep in thought.
“I’ve come so far, my fur deficient friend,
and do deserve this head scratch that I’ve got
from people whom I’ve come to now depend.”
Sketch thinks back to her almost starving pack
out on the hot New Mexican desert.
She jumped…
She’s still crawling through these endless tunnels. Her hands and knees, dragging for eons, have worn off with evolutionary time. She’s Queen of a grublike and humanoid species. Her whole civilization is following closely behind. “Was that two lefts and a right, or two rights and a left?”, She asks.
…
Still shuffling on this same old pleasant walk.
Surroundings are the same, you sadly say
Food for sale, endless procession, we talk,
A gentle nudge, and then I’m on my way.
A parasitic thought of remnants lost
of all we’ve been and will forever be. …
