The leaves crunch like a weet-bix getting squeezed.
The kids talk about the best spot ever.
The teachers yell 1, 2, 3,
The kids scatter off in all directions.
Climbing trees, jumping in bushes.
The leaves scratch me all over.
Don't move. Don't look. Don't speak.
Teachers search, all around.
The homeless men's shelter
Smells like urine.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
The teacher walks past.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The deafening silence
flows through my ears.
She sees nothing, and walks off.
They make me feel welcome.
Then, they stop.
“I found you!”