Call your friends
Go for a run at sunrise
Lead or follow?
It doesn’t matter, Bro, just run,
Where?
Run to the oak trees, run to the scrub.
It’s whatever.
Run across the open field.
Stop.
Peck at the ground.
Nod at the rabbits.
Eat together.
Talk to your friends.
See a cute hen. Eat with her.
Hop.
Everyone has a good time until
the starling blue jay swoops in.
Run.
Run to the brush,
just run.
Rest at home in the afternoon until
your friend calls. He wants to go for a run.
Go with him.
Call the others. Run together. Chat.
Fly, just a little bit.
Then go home.
Call your friends at sunset, go for a run.
Meet the rabbits at the field.
Where’s that hen?
Grab a bite to eat.
Talk to your friends. Again.
Run home.
Avoid the coyote on patrol.
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Sherilyn Lee’s writing has published in Brevity, Common Ground Review, The Rockhurst Review, Emerge Literary Press, and Nonwhite and Woman: 131 Micro Essays on Being in the World, an anthology from Woodhall Press. She has been a Juried Poet for the Houston Poetry Fest, awarded the Westmoreland Poetry Prize, and a residency at Dorland Mountain Arts. She lives in Southern California.
