Walk in the woods.
hear footsteps
behind you.
be careful…
fear lives
through your
every step.
pinecones
and needles
crunch.
you sense
the invisible
is following.
you remembered…
a spider
swung
on the pendulum
of the
grandfather
clock.
and,
a fly
landed
in his
sticky web.
trees pass
as you walk.
that eerie
presence
persists.
Yet, the
beautiful
colors
and smell
of trees
is the
only
thing
that
matters
most,
right
now.
