THE SCRIPT

Squirrels run through the woods, understory;
a Hawk perched, precipitating worry.
What is in the soul’s the understory.
Shadows in the mind are sometimes scary.
Flutter heart — understory — chirping bird;
poised — nest edge — takeoff, flying, ideas stirred…
The cat’s understory is the head butt;
lean against each other, communicate much.
The understory of tumultuous rain
aftermath’s rainbow, a releasing of pain.

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