A rummaging traveler picking in the sun
Will be spotted.
A subtle one has few cares about
What society will have him allotted.
In the daylight, when it's loud
A predator does creep.
But at night when it's quiet
Subtlety will eat.
Never wary of coming into
A reversal of this act.
While loud critters scamper and scream
From a carnivore attack.
The quiet one sleeps safe underground
Surviving for another round.
YOU ARE READING
While I was Away
PoetryThe poetry I wrote while trying a different platform. Credit to the OG publishing site on the cover, #Poemia.
