The Stowaway

My long nose tickled the branches

As my marbled black eyes reflected on pools of water

Challenging myself yet again to get a worm from the hole

Living the happiest life a dibbler could live

But suddenly………. I was

Scuttling along the stubble of leaves

Running from the flash of orange and white

It never used to be here

I was here first, this is my home

This alien invaded my land

I can smell death when it is here

I can see it closing in 

I hide in my leaf pile…… my home

I became the stowaway in my home

I stay in my hiding spot 

I stay, I don’t move

I might stay.…….. forever

Or until this creature leaves

It might………

Never