Counting Down Your Breath

Stand there, with your hand
against your face, under the teak tree.
Count to ten, I dare you not to peek
while we seek refuge, a place you can not see.

As you count from one, then two, then three.
We disperse away from you, in a hurry.
Try to not make any sound
So we will not be found easily.

Four and five, and six.
And loudly you asked if we're ready.
Chaotic, we flee from your voice of