A sharp inhalation of breath.  Mine.
There!  Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own?  No, I’m fine.
Pressing on.  Carefully.  A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness.  Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything.  Only hear.
Where are the others?  I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments like these I find so rare
A moment so wantonly lubric
Wait, is that a gleam of light, there on my right
Do I advance toward it and spoil this moment?
Decision made I thrust through the undergrowth
A swift glance behind I make the oath
To return again and yet again

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Painting and words © Jack Purvis OOPs