Sitting in a Tree in San Antonio

by Santiago

As I sit here in this tree,
Observing the world around
Oppressive, stifling heat welling up around me
Licking the scratches I got scrambling up here
Shifting around, finding better perch
Trying to blot out the noise of two warring stereos
Wishing I didn't have to come down
Wishing I had a soothing ocean before me,
     rather than an eyesore of cement.
Others imitate me--let them climb their own trees
     it takes nothing from my private glory
          in this little birdseye I have made and found.
Smarting lines etched in scarlet on my arms
The price for my escape
I can suffer for my freedom
and wonder if I should pity
     those who do not dare.

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