Look At The Boy

Look at the boy
choking the air with dust as he runs
in and out
among the briars and branches,
brown and musty green mixing
in a humdrum pattern,
suiting this inverted taco with a tail
perfectly. As the armadillo rests
amazingly hid,
the boy looks
he knows his goal is near.
The mask is removed,
the mad chase continues
as the animal goes
here and there
weaving the untraceable.
Almost, oh so close, comes the boy
to grabbing the tail. But the armadillo,
antagonizing, moves quicker.

Everyone cheers the boy on,
knowing he can't win.