On Falling Behind

Swiftly following my sister and our mother,

more graceful than I,

more ready to glide with ease

between the cedar trees-

moving on instinct alone.

I’m just behind them,

aren’t I?

The white swish of my sister’s tail is just ahead of me.

Where is that light coming from?

I can’t see them anymore.

The light brightens and blinds me and then

it all goes black.

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