A Bug’s Home
by Gabe Redel
We walked over muddy trails
that made our feet slip out
from underneath us.
Our eyes were on a keen look out
for snakes at our feet
and spiders at head level.
As the trail continued,
and as we grew smaller in the thick
of the woods, our senses heightened.
It seemed that swarms of insects
were above our heads.
And every direction was a new tombstone
with our names on it.
The trail became narrow.
The minutes sped into hours.
We crossed a fallen log.
We made a decision at the fork in the road.
And everything that was once chaos
became our pleasure.
