Overgrown grass
On the path
Hidden by a sharp bend
Dank and dark

Grass underfoot
Well trodden and trampled
By countless shoes
A journey cut short and retreated

Mysterious hoots
They begin to beckon
Strained ears
Listening for a welcome

Clumps of foliage
Waving a greeting
Tickling the thorny thickets
Eager for a meeting

Dare I step forward?
Dare I choose this path?
Dare I make this choice?
What will become of me?