Forest Tree Tag

She wings just under the canopy of this dense old forest as we play tag under the trees, speeding down a deer trail I draw near and leap into a gray oak trunk and spring to the closest branch, muscles corded I bound from tree limb to tree limb ever drawing closer to her voluptuous rear. When I draw close enough I jump over her and smack her behind with the back of my hand, you’re it. As I drop I change my direction, catch a tree trunk with my forelimbs and propel myself to the left. My paws meet the earth and I’m moving, sliding amongst the stalks. Feeling the ever presence of the shade of my heart I dive under a dead tree laying across the path and run off to the right, just missing her touch. Keeping within inches of each base I zigzag through the woods, she swooping left and right barely above the ground, almost within reach. I try to dig my claws in and make a sharp turn to the left but alas the soil is too loose and I feel her claws graze my back, I’m it.