Dark it is, with the smell of dirt and dried leaves.
I can feel my heart racing beneath my ribs.
Someone beyond the veil of greenery is counting down from ten.
For a moment I’m paralyzed with the thought of capture.
Will they find me? I know they will!
But I don’t want to be it! Have they stopped counting? Yes!
Quick stop breathing, they’ll hear you here.
My rump rests fitfully on a smooth rock, a centipede crawls by.
There’s whispering in the grass out side,
I realize I have to pee.