The breeze was breezing as to call me
to play. With my friends
in the darkness. Not of the day
Fire ferociously flames upon furry.
It catches upon pines and firs in quite a
Hurry! It’s catching me, please.
Don’t look back.
The sizzling sound is simmered down.
Only by the noise
of my own bellowing in remorse.
Oh no, it has not stopped, not from
my plea at least,
it had to have come from the hungry one.
The one of bristled fur and big feet.
Slowly he came to a halt, a jolt,
and offered his arm, so I took it, of course.
Lifted, I was set apart from the sky.
Oh how different it was being
a freak of nature.
in the air that it makes you feel free.
No more fire up here,
no more trees.
No more judgment
of freaks or of nature.
and floating leaves.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.