Shy

To wander through the forest of people is difficult you see.

For those old eyes are all looking forward so they do not see me.

Their strides are so long and they are walking so fast

They do not even realize that it is me they just passed

But when one of them notice they become boisterous and loud.

They shout how adorable I am over the noises of the crowd.

Behind my mothers sturdy legs I do run and flee.

Because if I cannot see them they cannot see me.