Us, the squirrels

Alone. An outsider. 

Not afraid - alone. 

A world larger than our own. 

We go unnoticed through.

A world so full and yet so 

lackluster too.

Where was everything? 

All around us and nowhere to be seen

We were the squirrels, 

we were everywhere 

we were nowhere. 

The squirrels were outsiders, 

foreigners to this land. 

And yet they all lives inside, 

together, alone. 

The lone rabbit lived here too

in a world larger than his own.

He went through unnoticed, 

the same as us - and the squirrels. 

An outsider of his own fashion 

The rabbit 

He knew his place here 

The squirrels never figured it out. 

We all want to be the rabbit 

but often fall short in the land of squirrels. 

Author's Note

first poem written for fun