Relationships

Small, scared predator

tries to find faults in others

to make sure life’s lived

Its feet cling the branch

hanging onto what is left

The sliver of friends

Miniscule, scared prey

it feels independent

a lonely treecreeper

Like us, our conscience

who’re we to decide their thoughts?

do they live like us?

The ant will move closer

like newborn babies crawling

compassionate, yet prey.

An ant, like a coin

though size may matter elsewhere

it may not right now