Forest

Trees tower over the long, overgrown grass, 

Fog blankets the forest floor, blinding me. 

Animals which I unseeingly pass, 

Clouds through which I cannot see. 

Eventually I reach an oak, 

Towering over the rest. 

From a dream it has awoken, 

I have passed the test. 

I then keep walking through the woods, 

Thinking about fairy tales. 

Here, Hansel and Gretel once stood, 

Breadcrumbs they made into trails. 

I hear a noise, a howl, a bark, 

No, it can’t be that. 

I run, like a fish from a shark, 

And speed blindly into a bat.