INTO THE FOREST


What does the forest hold,

Dark, deep dark, in her clutches?

What makes me want to venture,

Yet give pause,

Among towering monsters,

And who knows what?


There’s a pathway of sorts,

I take it,

Yet it too, ends abruptly,

Dissipates into nothingness,

Instantly I’m lost.

I thought,

“Should I go back?”

Suddenly!

What the heck?

The forest has no exit.


Shadows abound,

There are things around,

Scurrying,

Creeping and crunching,

I shiver and start,

At pitchness of dark,

But for the sun’s peeking

Through branches.


Who’s there?

I want to ask,

But not draw attention,

I creep softly quietly

Along no path a’tall.


“Who goes there?”

A voice echoes,

(Or though, I thought),

Perhaps just an owl,

Or not?


A huff and I imagine,

A bear or such,

Perhaps some

Prehistoric clan,

Or a Sasquatch Man.


I venture further,

Being careful