As I stick my head outside everything is so big,
I dash across the playground just missed by a twig.
There’s a real hustle bustle as I come to the bridge, into the green blades of grass across the ridge.
I run past weeds, mud and garbage my heads in a rush, I think to myself have I taken on too much?
A football flies high overhead into the blue of the sky, I am wishing I hadn’t come out, am I going to die?
I’m back out in the open, I need to be quick, a shimmy here and there it's making me feel sick!
I hear the singing of children and their thunderous feet. What have I done? I only wanted something to eat!
It’s been 10 minutes now running in circles and fast on my feet, but I can now see home is this going to be a defeat?
I make one final dash by the bike shed ahead, my eyes locked on the prize it is time to be fed!
I hear a rumble underground. It sounds like a herd, it’s time to be brave not getting scared.
Out from nowhere a siren rings clear, it starts to get dark, shadows cover me with fear.
But the panic is over and all have run by, with a sigh of relief I can now eat the crumbs of some leftover pie.