I sense the web around me
close knit and impenetrable.
What is it? I wonder
Might be a stratagem to drag me into the fold.
I, for one, do not engage in calumny,
stay honest in my access. Insecurity kills I have remained aloof,
turn apprehensive at this juncture.
My ears spurt up like the hare’s,
a tiny sound wakes me,
the eyes send fear
are tired and weak.
The network could be a plot,
perhaps, an ambush to catch me
what could it be? I wonder
as I am insignificant.
Could this be an illusion?
If that be, it contributes to delight
Choose it should be so.
I yearn to be alone.
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I cherish my alone time. It’s so rare.
Thanks, Brenda Davis Harsham