A sharp inhalation of breath. Mine.
There! Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on your 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
Artwork and text © by Jack Purvis OOPs