Lost in the Wood,

Lost are we in the wood,

Crawling all around,

Not a single trail to be found,

I am in front, no better behind,

We are all lost in the wood,

Wish our rescuers would find.

Ah a space to see daylight,

Could this be the road, yes the one that is right?

Up we go, we climb and climb, and it does get bright,

All of a sudden the light does dissipate,

In its place a long red carpet, looking to be quite inviting,

Smelling also of sweetness and something to be biting.

Look out; all spread out, run, run, get away from that thing,

It is a tongue, a long red tongue of an anteater, foraging for a daily meal,

We are its dinner, its lunch or whatever, are we not in luck?

No we are about to be eaten,

Even though we found how to get unstuck…

                                    © ed – 5/22/04