Paranioa

They're out to get you!

Out!
Get out!
Gotta run!
I can't stay here,
like a sitting duck,
too dumb to know to fly.
If I stay here, they'll find me!
With satellites and tracers and...

Wait...
Do they...
Could they have...
What if they know?
I can feel the fear.
The way it numbs my bones.
But I need my bones to run!
Run from the choppers and men and-

Hush!
A knock.
At the door.
What if it's them?
Is this where I die?
What if I shut my eyes,
shut out the fierce prodding knocks?
Perhaps they'll give up their pounding...

Pause.
No sound.
They are gone.
They've flown away,
leaving behind them
a scared and flightless chick,
who jumps when he sees his shade,
wings clipped by the fear in his mind.