Little Feet
- Anon
- Sep 1, 2017
- 1 min read
I have visions of little yellow rain boots
Jumping their way through the puddles
Making little ripples in the little lakes
That have began to cover the pavement
I hear the pitter patter of rain
See it sliding down the window pane
Into the ground beneath her feet
As she jumps up and down in the water
A constant rhythm and motion
It makes me sick
As she jumps up and down in those puddles
Unaware of the world around her
That’s been dying slowly
Right beneath her little feet