Quiet Boy

The boy leans against

The not yet aged tree

He waits

And waits

No one else is around

For this

The boy is thankful

He continues to wait

The Sun has long set

He has no idea of the time

But he waits

Immobile

Small breaths

Leaning against the tree

A twig snaps

To his right

His eyes move

His breath hitches

Anxious

But never moving

Into his sight

Steps a young boy

Not yet eighteen

As shaggy as the quiet boy is clean

The quiet boy still doesn't move

But he watches

He watches

And he waits