• In the woods,
    my cheeks turning red
    to not see this again
    I'd rather be dead.

    The light thats shining through the leaves
    dapples the brown, wooden trees.
    A doe with her fawn
    looks out for a foe
    look around, all about
    to not be found.

    A woodpecker,
    tapping out his song.
    Makes noise loud and far.
    All the holes in the trees
    mark his passage.

    Leaving the woods,
    I'll be back tomorrow.