...

It's lonely.
It shuns the daylight and scampers in the night.
For fear of eyes.
And comfort of quiet.
It questions the meaning.
What does it all mean to be him?

With it's bended back.
A wiltering eyesight.
With it's KFC plastic bag, it looks around.
For a meaning.
So surreal it is.
That sometimes.
All it wished was that it is borned an unfeel.