22 February 2008

The Intruder

(from 'the early years'....)


The Intruder

I slip into the woods, my feet
Padding softly
On the pine needle carpet,
Following the trail of a well-worn
Path.
The beauty and greenness beyond
This trail
Beckon to me and so I step off this
beaten track,
And I'm swallowed up in the forest.

The silence, filled with the noise of
Birds and animals,
The cool darkness all green and
Breezy
Welcome me as I walk along.
I plunge into the multi-faceted web
Of a spider
Weaving for her dinner.

I trip on a dead branch
And shrink away from the buzzing
Insects.
The silence becomes deafening
As I search for the path.
As I find it and leave these woods,
I realize that I am an intruder
In a world in which I have no part.

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