me here. i shoot over to that little branch and hope it is dryer, but it’s just as wet when i get there. i hide under a bush and cats startle me. i hide in places i thought were safe – like under a car – but it turns out they’re not. i go to people i thought were safe, friends or family – and it turns out they’re not. i’m weary to my bones and i feel like i’m dragging myself place to place but there is no rest.
where is there safe shelter when it rains?
and some days, i am a sparrow below notice or care. the blue birds 