I have a spot

Not our usual one

No it’s somewhere you’d never think

To look

You might find the clues in my face

If you pay attention

For more than one wasted night

If you make your tracings

Reveal my footprints that drag

Because I’m tired of hiding

And I’d rather be found now

Clinging to a branch or stuffed in a box

Please figure it all out

I’m getting bored and lost.