• Trudging through the forest lost
    The way is gone; no exits passed.
    I wandered to a bridge; I crossed
    With river running, rapid, fast.
    The path of danger, stick and rope
    Held me halfway, but wouldn't last.
    Into the water drowned my hope
    Til feet met rock and stone amassed.
    Standing, soaking, watery hell
    I was there before the falls
    Rushing, crashing, river fell
    Deaf to raven's warning calls.
    Scrambling to the bank I heard
    The cawing, felt the scratch of claw
    I dove down, whilst dodging bird
    Then right below my face I saw
    A path! A cave where I could hide
    from flying foe's unfearful rage.
    Outside the raven's cousins cried
    In, I realized, was a cage!
    Sudden silence; sound erased.
    Wearily out I peeked my head
    From 'neath the covers neatly placed
    To keep me warm and safe, in bed.