huddled in a shadowed corner sits a child…
hurt, empty and stuck in Hell
with no one to hold onto
nothing for comfort
all centering around emptiness
listening to the wind rustle
the faint whistles of nearby bird
and the sound of no one coming
the child wraps his arms around himself
an invisible blanket from the pain
lying down something creeps about
whiskers brush the child’s nose as he says
Hello, Friend
to the tiny mouse by his side
