June 27, 2014

A Walk In The Forest

Seeking peace and rest,
I took a walk in the forest.
A small path,
scenic and serene,
wound through trees,
and over streams.
Brushing against my knee,
I saw the famous leaves of three.
I might have avoided that,
if my eyes weren't blinded my gnats.
A snap and snort from the brush,
warned me of the charging buck.
My best chance to escape and flee,
was to climb the nearest tree.
I ascended and I crossed,
a nest of angry wasps.
I fell as I was stung,
onto the back of the buck,
and I clung.
Through the bushes we ran with haste,
with briars scratching my face.
I fell and the buck left me there,
to escape the charging bear.
I landed it seems in the shrubs,'
that had been a bed for its cubs.
I ran and dove into a stream,
that was not as deep as it seemed.
I awakened on the shore,
not as fit as I was before.
Fearing no animals wrath,
I dragged myself on the path.
After the setting sun,
I was back where I had begun.
I 'll not return,
I assume.
As I lay in
the emergency room.
angry deer

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