Metaphor Poem

My family is the objects in a forest
Trying to live as the world around it crumbles

My mother is the dead tree
It hasn’t fallen over
It still stands tall
But it’s too easy for the gale to take it down
And be left for the fungi to feed on and take over

My sisters are the cute rabid animals
That you just want to pick up and take home
Only to find out that when your sitting at home
Googling why your new illegal pet is trying to claw your eyes out
It says in the margin CAUTION: CUTE BUT DEADLY

My grandma is a bird
That when your walking through the area
Wandering on thoughts and dreams
She is always there
Cawing up a storm that snaps you out of the moment
Making you want to somehow and someway
Gain the ability to shoot an arrow like Katniss Everdeen

My grandpa is that one patch of grass
Always being stepped on
But is always the one to help
That one hungry animal
Who hasn’t seen a patch of grass in weeks

Me, I’m that one flower
That has colors that don’t show
Whose been told to be something
But has other plans that want to take root
And can’t talk to the other living things in the forest
For fear of being eaten or crushed

This is us
All hoping to live in harmony
And living in fear
That suburban expansion might catch up too quickly
And bulldoze us down
To nothing