A relative of mine is in hospital. A dog scratch stared it
all. She’s old and at her age it doesn’t take much to disturb the creatures in
the forest - just a dog scratch to set the beasts sniffing at the air.
I think that most of us live on the edge of the forest, I
know I do. It’s an okay place to be; far enough away from the trees to be safe
but close enough to make it interesting. You can see a lot from the edge –
birds and squirrels, a darting fox, even the occasional badger or deer. You
hear a lot too - the deeper more dangerous things as they thrash around in the
depths bellowing and battling. I think I know what they are, so I don’t often think
about them - or at least I try not to.
On bright moonlit nights, when my imagination kicks in, I’m
sometimes tempted to walk into the forest and keep walking. Maybe I’d come out
the other side. But what if I got lost? What if I became worse than lost and don’t
come out at all? What if the dangerous things smell me?
Of course sometimes you are forced by circumstance or bad
chance into the forest - illness, accident, relationships, job, even a dog
scratch might take you there. If you’re lucky you’ll stay close to the edge so
that you can always see your way out. But sometimes you can find yourself
wandering deeper and deeper until the outside isn’t there any more - just trees.
All you can see is trees.
Best keep my imagination this side of the forest, keep my
fingers crossed and try to avoid the pull of the moonlight.
Lindsey Messenger on FB
ReplyDeleteI want to stay on the edge.....
Buffey Glandon on FB
ReplyDeleteI'm definitely in the trees right now, but I left a trail of bread crumbs, so I'm hoping to find my way back to the edge.