the snarthling

the snarthling is hiding
just beyond your sight
it quivers and it trembles
in its solitary fright

it sees the moon of roundness
so oddly pale and cold
it is a time for laying low
and not for being bold

the flaborgast is sneaking
up behind the snarthling's back
it has a lonesome reason
and something in a sack

i know not of his origin
from hither come or start
but feel completely positive
it has a broken heart

the lonely little snarthling
remains inside his tree
holding on to what he's got
a lot like you and me

August 1998