He seems so much in
Earnest, tries so hard
To say something in our
Yard --the woody end--
Where the creek begins
Its bend into the stars.
He scampers, rests--
Under a message too
Large to bear-- but
Stays near, charged
By the universe to
Share what it wrote
In his mind:
Be afraid --I am afraid.
Universe is enormous,
Full of forces that form
Us --be kind, be kind.