One day.
One beautiful day
She will come out to play.
But for now she prefers
The dreary rainy days.
Days when distant sounds are muffled
By the raindrops gentle pitter patter
On the leaves over head.
Those days no one can hear her tip toe
Out beyond her comfort.
She feels safe
Blending into the gray,
Into the shadows.
If she becomes frightened,
She
Can quietly work her way back
To sanctuary without
Drawing a passerby’s
Glance.