It keeps on rustling back there, In them bushes along my fence, Sometimes it sounds like it is trapped, Squirming to break free. Sometimes it sounds like it is trying to burrow, Underneath my fence, so it can break into my garden, And eat my vegetables, Sometimes it sits out my kitchen window, And talks to my cat at night, Sometimes it scratches at my back door, And i don't think about it. Sometimes it scurries under my bed, And when I wake, It isnt there, Sometimes it sits on my chest while I sleep, And I wake up, and it is still on my chest. And I can't breathe, it weighs so much and it won't step off of my chest because I cant ask it to because i cant breathe anymore and and i cant thinf of anything but.air and life and not habring to dy lik diss.n den iam gun