The bold squirrel

Desperate for food

Gnaws at your bag

In belief that food is hidden

Not surprising that manners go

When hunger is severe

Body heavy

Drifting into sleep

The clouds are pillows

The earth your bed

Fatigue imposed by life

From rage and fear

Tiny rabbit

Poised before a bush

Heedless of the coming storm

You were left to fend for yourself

And now your sensitive ears 

Catch the sound of thunder