"They all get taken", I say hanging in the wind. I twist and tug but I'm not loosening up.
"What is it, do you think, they do with us?" our sister wondered.
Deep in my core a volcano silently waits.
"Do they help us?" she asks, as if I knew more. As if I haven't been stuck on the same branch all my life.
The squirrels' chittering rises from below like smoke.
Anticipation coursing.
Is that hunger I sense?
My stem breaks.
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Rachael MacDonald
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I rule this rag tag lot… they’re not much, but they’re all I’ve got! I preside at the head of the table, my indisputable, rightful place. But, I randomly perch on other chairs at a moment’s notice… whenever the mood strikes. Such fun keeping them off balance. Fun reminding them who’s boss... ME!
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This is a very entertaining short piece!