Scarry Night

A chilly day in October,
a brisk wind blows,
and I linger by a small bunch of willows.

I stare at the green and sandy yellow leaves
cascading around the sides. 
I marvel at the strong,
hearty trunks. 

I walk by, 
hardly even noticing the girl.
In fact, 
it seems as if no one truly realizes she's there. 
She holds a large stack of papers in her hands,
waiting for at least one to be taken.
Her voice doesn't yell,

I sit watching the dancing flames
rejoice. 
They have finally come to life.
I could be watching the screen,
watching the characters,
admiring everything around me,
but I watch the tiny fire
and think,

"Hello, sir. Where might you be headed?" A lady on the street questions.
"Oh, you wouldn't be interested." The man answers.
"You would be surprised at all that I am willing to believe right now!" 

A day at school,
a boy who remains quiet
sits at his desk,
awaiting the other kids,
who choose to hurt.

They approach him,
spitting bitter words that people have heard,
and the boy stays silent.

A young girl sits alone at a window,
admiring the night sky.
She dreams of flying with 
the stars,
but stares blankly,
looking through glass eyes.

An unknown thief watches thoughtlessly