Run,

don’t you wish you could run? 

Hide and go seek,

bones seeping in the liquid they rest in,

a rattlesnakes defense. 

Hunter prey, predator pray. 

Pray,

on your knees.

Get on your knees. 

Four legs run faster than two,

tree sap turns my fingers to webs.

“Simon says” 

run,

Simon says run. 

Hollows of lighting struck trees, 

the ribcage where the bat's eyes glow. 

Wake them up, 

Wake up the bats. 

Run.