Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Commune With the Forest

Is there anything as silent as fog in a forest?
I doubt it.
As I venture deeper into it, I think bobcat.
When you hear one the hair on your neck rises.
Its scream sounds like a woman being raped and killed.

There is nothing but nothingness in this beauty of a day.
The leaves are off the trees, but no longer crunchy.
So even my boot steps are silent.
I feel God watching me.

Are there deer? A fox? Raccoons? A rabbit?
There is a smear in the corner of my eye.
A glimmer of a wisp of something.
Gone when I turn.

I commune with the forest
Aware the trees are shushing each other
With silent voices.
The echo of quiet is inspiring.

I sit on a wet felled log and wish I had not.
Now my jeans are wet and I am uncomfortable.
I hear the bobcat’s scream.
It is time to quietly return to the house

As I turn, I hope nothing will jump on my back, breaking it
So a large cat can begin devouring me at my head.

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Kim Rodrigues November 2, 2020 at 4:21 AM Since you did not run, I suspect your excitement at the bobcat’s scream though you have no desire to actually encounter one ;) Caren Krutsinger November 2, 2020 at 9:28 AM I truly have no desire, but if they feel threatened, I do not know what they might do. I have heard they break your back first and start eating from your head.