hello little kitty cat,
sitting in the stairwell
nursing old wounds
what are you afraid of?

my tail is bent and my claw is broken
it's too early to tell
if I can still walk
without bleeding.
so that's why I'm afraid.

hey pretty baby bird,
perching on the tree branch
whispering your songs so quietly
what are you afraid of?

I only just repaired my broken wing
it's too early to tell
if it's fully healed
I'm not afraid to sing
but I may be too fragile to fly.
and that's why I'm afraid.

little girl, curled into a big chair
with a pillow under your chin
and a pitter-patter heart,
matching with the rain in the storm-drain...
what are you afraid of?


another blow to a patched up heart.