The chase is on....


Running through the mass of woodland
Dodging each obstacle that`s there
The crunch of feet over dead leaves
Caught on a bramble, a rip, a tear

Stumbling over raised roots and twigs
A branch that hits you in the face
All that`s needed is to run from here
Utter panic to leave this place

Tree trunks racing past in a blur
Will this dense woodland ever end?
Sounds of dogs barking from behind
It`s now I could do with a good friend

I hear my pursuers running
Their feet sounding like deep bass drums
The end of the woodland appears
A shot is heard,  then darkness comes.....


It`s hunting season, so there will be many chases....

© Lis Bull 2013