April 12: Newborn (#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo #Poetry))



Want to go back home,

simple cave, dark and warm,

now just broken memories.

Exposed to light, I sense

sounds of feet pattering,

whispers of stale grain.

Can’t remain cheery.

Jumpy, as nights recycle

into perpetual days.

My own fault, once

dreaming of adventures

beyond that white dome.

Now I sit, leaning,

learning to fit in

pecking orders everywhere.


(Image: Sad Chick by axemanrj on DeviantArt)


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